Trobol gada round mi and I nor fit kount dem! My sins don many well-well and I nor sure sey I go fit dey free from dem! Dem many pass di hair wey dey my head and I don lost all my hope.
My Oga God, Yu don do wonderful tins for us. Wetin Yu plan for us too many to kount. Nobody bi like Yu. If I start to kount all di wonderful tins wey Yu don do, I nor go fit kount dem finish.
God pipol wey don die, go kom back to life! Dia body go raiz-up again. So, all of una wey dey grave, make una wake-up kon shaut with happiness, bikos una go grow well like grass wey dew fall put and di eart go bring back evritin wey don die.”