Bikos dem don born one pikin for us! God don give us boy pikin! E go bi awa ruler and dem go koll am, “Wonderful Advise, Mighty God, Everlastin Fada and di Prince wey bring peace.”
Naim go build di temple kon take di praiz wey suppose bi di king own and e go rule en pipol. One priest go stand near en throne and dem go work togeda with peace and undastandin.
To doz wey don lost, e bi like sometin wey dey kill; but for doz wey Christ don save, e bi like smell wey dey give life. So, who go fit handle all dis tins?