Jerusalem pipol, make una dey great and strong again! God holy town, make una wear pride like klot! Pipol wey nor know God nor go enter una gate again.
Make di good seeds and di grass grow togeda until harvest. Dat time, I go tell di pipol wey dey harvest sey, “Make una first rut all di grass, tie and burn dem, den gada di good seeds put inside my store.” ’ ”
I tell yu true word, wen yu dey small, yu dey do as yu like, dey dress as yu like and dey go anywhere wey yu wont, but wen yu go old, yu go spread yor hand and oda pipol go help yu tie yor klot and karry yu go where yu nor won go.”
E waka kon meet us, take Paul belt tie en hand and leg kon sey, “Di Holy Spirit sey, ‘Na so di Jew pipol wey dey Jerusalem go tie di man wey get dis belt kon karry am give Gentile pipol.’ ”
Dem bi like wave for sea wey dey foam kom out. Dem bi like star wey nor dey stay one place and God don keep di place wey deep pass for darkness, dey wait dem.
And I still dey remind una about di angels wey nor stay for where God put dem, but kon komot for where dem suppose dey. God don shain dem tie for darkness until wen E go judge di world.
But know dirty or yeye tin go ever enter di town. Pesin wey dey do bad or dey lie, nor go ever enter der, but di pipol wey go enter, na only doz wey dem rite dia name for di Lamb Life Book.