Just as apple tree dey among oda trees for forest, na so my love bi among di yong men. I dey like sidan for where e dey and en fruit dey sweet mi to chop.
Dem go bi like house wey pesin hide put bikos of heavy rain. Dem go bi like wota wey dey rush for desert; like big rock wey en shadow kover empty land.
So, bikos of Christ, God dey turn di world from en enemy, to en friend. E nor dey kount pipol sins against dem and E don give us di message wey go make pipol bi en friend.