Yu dey great and get pawa; Yu get glory, honor and respet. Evritin for heaven and eart, na yor own and dis na yor kingdom. Wi dey praiz Yu pass evritin for dis world.
God na king and en glory wey dey shine well-well, kover evriwhere. True-true, God don kover ensef with glory, strent and pawa. Di world stand gidigba and nor-tin fit shake am.
For dat time, God go make evry plant and tree grow big and fine well-well again. All di pipol wey go survive for Israel, go like di tins wey di land go produce.
E go wear good judgement for body like war koat kon wear viktory like priest kap for en head. E go wear klot wey go make am do good tins kon ponish doz wey dey sofa pipol.
Di body wey wi get naw, dey weak and e go die. But God go shange am to body wey go dey forever. So wetin dem rite for God word go kon happen sey: “Deat nor fit win di fight!”