So, great Zion, God hill wey dey holy, no evil or wahala go dey der again. Just as wota dey full sea, na so too God word go full pipol heart for di land.
Instead, una go si Zion, di town where wi for dey celebrate awa festival. Una go si Jerusalem too! E go dey save well-well and pipol go stay der! E go bi like tent wey dem nor dey karry komot from where e dey; tent wey dem nor dey pul en peg from groun and en rope nor go kut.
So make una look heaven and eart! Di heavens go vanish like smoke, di eart go tear like old klot and all en pipol go die like fly. But wen I diliver am, e go last forever. My viktory, na di final one.
“Pipol nor go nid to tish each oda about how to know God, bikos evribody go know mi; both doz wey poor and doz wey get money. I go forgive dia sins and I nor go remember di bad tins wey dem do before. Mi, wey bi God, don tok.”
wi dey like sey wi dey vex, but wi dey always happy; wi bi like poor pipol, but wi dey make many pipol rish; wi bi like who nor get anytin, but wi get evritin.