Afta una don do like dat, den God go sey, “Make una kom make wi setol di matter naw. Even doh una don stain unasef with blood bikos of una sin, I go wosh una white like snow. Even doh una stain red well-well, una go kon dey white like wool.
Bikos of dis, God dey ready to pity for en pipol; E sidan for en throne and E dey ready to forgive una. True-true, God dey good and evribody wey get faith and dey wait am, go happy well-well.
Full moon lite go shine like sun for aftanoon and sun lite go shine seven times pass as e dey shine before and e go bi like seven days lite. Den God go join en pipol bones wey bin break kon heal all dia wound.
Food and wota nor go hongry dem again. Sun and desert heat nor go burn dem again, bikos na di pesin wey love dem, go lead dem. E go lead dem go where wota for dey flow.
But dem wound am bikos of awa sin; dem beat am bikos of di bad tins wey wi do. Na di ponishment wey e sofa give us peace and en wounds don make us well.
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.
Den I go always guide and satisfy una with good tins. I go make una dey strong and well. Una go bi like gardin wey get plenty wota and like wota wey nor go ever dry.
But as una nor gri listin, I dey kry for sekret, bikos of una pride; I go kry well-well till I nor fit kry again, bikos dem don karry God pipol go as slave.”
Bikos di Lamb for di throne, go bi dia Shepad. E go take dem go drink from di river wey dey give life. And evry tears wey dey dia eyes, God go klean am komot.”