Who don go heaven kom back? Who don ever katch breeze for en hand or wrap wota for klot? Who kreate di whole world? Na who e bi and na wetin bi en pikin name? Make yu tell mi, if yu know!
Na mi bi di high and holy God, di Pesin wey go live forever. Where I dey stay, dey high and holy, but I still dey stay with pipol wey dey honbol and ready to turn from sin kom meet mi, so dat I go give dem mind and hope again.
Den E tell mi, “Go make dis pipol get strong heart, deaf dia ear and blind dia eyes, so dat dem nor go si, hear or undastand again. If dem bi like dat, dem go turn kom meet mi and I go heal dem.”
“My Papa put evritin for my hand. Nobody know di pikin, but na only en Papa know am. Nobody know di Papa, but na only di pikin and anybody wey di pikin choose to show.
“Make yu rite di tins wey I won tell yu naw, go give di angel for di church wey dey Filadelfia: ‘Di Pesin wey dey holy and true, wey whole David key; wen dis pesin open door, nobody go fit klose am and wen e klose door, nobody go fit open am.
Each for di for creatures get six feada and eye full di feadas. Dem nor dey ever rest for nite or day and dem dey always sey: Holy! Holy! Holy! Na-im bi di God wey dey mighty. Di Pesin wey dey since, wey dey naw and wey go soon kom.