I dey sleep, my heart dey dream; bikos I hear my love dey nok and sey: “Open for mi, my treasure and darlin; my dove and di rite pesin for mi, bikos dew don wet my head and dust don make my hair dirty.”
Den Pilate ask am, “So yu bi king?” Jesus ansa, “Na yu tok so and yu dey korrect sey, I bi king. Na dis make dem born mi and naim make mi kom dis world kon tok di trut. Anybody wey wont hear di trut, go listin to wetin I dey tok.”
Di pesin wey won marry new wife naim bi di bridegroom. En friend, wey bi di best man, dey listin to am. E go dey happy well-well wen e hear di bridegroom dey tok. Na dis dey make mi happy and my joy don full.
Make wi dey look Jesus Christ wey give us awa faith and go help us keep am. Bikos of di joy wey Jesus dey espect, e sofa for cross and nor mind di shame wey follow am. But naw, e don sidan for di rite hand side for God throne.