Wen di time don rish for di evening sakrifice, I get up from where I sidan, but I still wear my tear-tear klot kon knee down, stresh my hand to di Oga my God kon pray.
Moses ansa am, “Wen I komot go inside town I go stresh my two hand go heaven to di Oga wey bi God, den di tonda go stop and di ice-blok nor go fall again, so dat yu go know sey na Oga God get di whole world.
Make una share una food with pipol wey dey hongry kon open una door for poor pipol wey nor get house. Den give klot to pipol wey nor get anytin to wear and help una own rilashons.
Even if dem fast, I nor go listin to dia kry for help and if dem offa burnt and korn ofrin, I nor go asept am. Instead I go kill dem for war and with diziz and honga.”
I hear kry, like woman wey won born; shaut like woman wey dey born en first pikin. Jerusalem pipol dey find as dem go take breath and naw, dem dey kry sey, “Make una help us! Bikos na die wi dey so o-o!”
But wen una dey trobol, una go kom beg God make E help una! Una dey espect sey God go ansa una? Afta all di wiked tins wey una don do, God nor go even look una face!”
“But e go bad for una wey dey tish di law and una Farisee pipol, una wey dey pritend! Una klose door make pipol nor for fit enter God Kingdom! Unasef nor won enter and una nor won make odas enter.