So God ansa, “Bikos of di wiked tins wey dem don do to pipol wey nor get help and di pains wey poor pipol dey face, I go do sometin; I go fight for dem, bikos na so dem wont make I do since.”
How una go take ansa di messenjas wey dey kom meet una from Filistia land? True-true, God don make Zion great and en pipol wey dey sofa, go dey save for der.
bikos na Yu dey protet poor pipol and doz wey nor get anytin. Yu dey protet dem from rain kon kover dem from hot sun, bikos di way wiked pipol dey bihave, bi like heavy rain wey dey fall.
Na mi bi di high and holy God, di Pesin wey go live forever. Where I dey stay, dey high and holy, but I still dey stay with pipol wey dey honbol and ready to turn from sin kom meet mi, so dat I go give dem mind and hope again.
God wey dey mighty, en Spirit dey on mi, bikos E don anoint mi to prish good news give poor pipol; heal doz wey dia heart break; announce make dem release doz wey bi slave and free doz wey dey for prison.
Jerusalem pipol dey happy, bikos of wetin God don do. E bi like yong woman wey dem dress ready for marriage. God don wear salvashon and viktory klot for en body.
Na my hand I take make heaven and eart; dem with evritin wey dey inside na my own. Mi wey bi Oga God, don tok! I go bless di pesin wey dey honbol and dey ready to turn from sin kom meet mi; pesin wey dey fear and obey mi.
“But Daniel, make yu klose and keep di book for sekret until dis world don end. Many pipol go waste dia strent dey waka up-and-down, bikos dem nor fit undastand wetin dey happen.”
Una wey dey honbol, make una ask make God bless and help una to follow en kommand. Make una do wetin dey rite and live betta life. May bi God go protet and save una from en vexnashon, wen E won distroy di world.
Blind pipol dey si, pipol wey nor fit waka dey waka, God dey cure leper, deaf pipol dey hear, pipol wey don die, dey wake-up and poor pipol dey hear di Good News.
So make una remove una hand from evry dirty and wiked tins kon put una body down to asept God word wey dem don plant inside una, bikos e get pawa to save una soul.
My brodas and sistas, make una listin! God nor choose poor pipol for dis world sey, make dem rish for faith and inherit di kingdom wey E promise sey E go give doz wey love am?