From awa grand-grand papa time kon rish naw, wi wey bi yor pipol don sin well-well. Na bikos of awa sin, wi, awa kings and priests, fall for strenj kings hand and dem kill, tif and karry us go as prisonas. Dem don disgrace us well-well as wi dey today.
Si as yor favor great rish; di one wey Yu keep for doz wey dey fear Yu. Yu dey pour dem on pipol wey kom make Yu protet dem and Yu dey bless dem for evribody front.
Wen all dis tins dey happen, pipol go sey, “Look! Make una si God for here! Wi wait for am and E don kom diliver us. Si God for here! Wi really wait for am. So make wi rijoice and dey happy bikos E don save us.”
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.
But pipol wey dey wait for God to kom help dem go get new strent and pawa. Dem go fly high like eagle; even wen dem run, dem nor go taya and wen dem waka, dem nor go faint.
E get anybody wey don hear or si dat kind tin before? E don get any town wey dem use one day make? So, Zion nor go sofa tey again, before I go bring am kom back to life.
“Naw, awa God, na Yu take yor pipol komot from Egypt with yor mighty pawa kon make name for yorsef wey dem nor fit forget forever. Wi don sin and wi dey bihave like wiked pipol.
“Den di king go tell di pipol wey dey en rite hand, ‘Make una kom, una wey my Papa don bless and make una inherit di kingdom wey God prepare for una before di world start.
One man dey Jerusalem wey en name bi Simeon and di Holy Spirit dey inside am. Di man dey fear God and dey do wetin God like and e dey wait for di time wen God go free Israel.
Wi know sey God ways dey great well-well: Christ kom as human being; di Spirit show sey e dey free; angels si am wen e kom prish among Gentile pipol; pipol bilive am for di world and God karry am go heaven with glory.
But as tins bi so, dem dey espect kountry wey betta pass dia own and e dey kom from heaven. Naim make God nor shame wen dem dey koll am dia God, bikos E don build big town for dem.
My brodas and sistas, make una get patient till Christ go kom back. Tink how farmer dey wait for wetin e plant until e grow kon bring food wey dear and e dey wait with patient for am, until di first and di last rain go fall put.