But wen e si all di good tins wey en sofa bring, belle go sweet am. My savant wey I like well-well, go bear plenty pipol ponishment and I go forgive dem bikos of am.
Bikos God wey sey, “Make lite shine from darkness,” Na-im dey shine inside awa heart, so dat E go give us di lite wey show us en glory wey dey Christ face.
Nor bi only doz ones, but naw, I dey look evritin as nor-tin, wen I kompare am with Christ, my Oga God wey I know and I trowey evritin, bikos of am. True-true, I dey look all doz tins as yeye, so dat I go fit gain Christ,
And naim make mi dey sofa wetin I dey sofa so. But I nor dey shame, bikos I know di Pesin wey I dey serve and I dey sure sey, E go guide di tin wey I gi-am whole, until di day wey Christ go kom.
Wi know sey God Pikin don kom and e don give us sense to know di trut about God. And wi dey inside en Pikin Jesus Christ. Na-im bi di real God and na-im bi di life wey nor go end.
I know sey yu dey stay for where Satan throne dey. But yu still whole my name strong well-well and yu nor deny mi even wen dem kill my savant Antipas for where Satan dey stay.
I know yor work. I don si evritin wey yu do and even as yu dey wait with patient. I know sey yu nor like wiked pipol. Yu don test pipol wey sey dem bi apostles, but dem nor bi, bikos yu si sey, dem dey lie.
I know di sofa wey yu sofa and how yu nor get money, but yu get enough money. I still know di bad tins wey dem tok about yu. Dem sey dem bi Jew pipol, but dem nor bi Jew, bikos dia sinagog, na Satan own.
“Make yu rite di tins wey I won tell yu naw, go give di angel for di church wey dey Sardis: ‘Di Pesin wey whole God seven spirits and di seven stars: I know wetin yu dey do; for pipol eye, yu dey alive, but true-true, yu don die.
I know evritin wey yu dey do. (Si, I don open door for yu wey nobody go fit klose.) I know sey yu nor too get pawa, but yu don obey my word and yu nor deny mi at-all.