But wetin make mi nor get mind? Wetin make my heart nor happy at-all? I go put my hope for God hand! I go praiz am again, bikos na-im bi my Savior and my God!
Na God wont make e sofa and en deat na sakrifice, so dat God go forgive pipol dia sins. So en days go long and e go si en shidren-shidren and thru am, God go do wetin E wont.
So, I go honor and put am for where great men dey, bikos na only en sakrifice en life and dem si am as sina too. E karry evribody sins for en head kon pray so dat God go forgive us.
Christ don save us from di curse wey di law bring, bikos e die for cross for us (just as dem rite am, “Anybody wey dem hang for tree, curse dey en head”),