“Nor bi true sey if yu do wetin dey write, body go sweet yu? But if yu nor do wetin dey write, dat mean sey sin dey knock for yor door, bikos e won rule yu, but make yu nor allow am.”
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.
Pipol for dis generashon! Make una listin to wetin God dey tok: “Israel pipol, I bi like desert for una eye naw? Abi, I bi like land wey dark well-well? So wetin make my pipol dey sey, ‘Wi don free from God hand and wi nor nid am again!’