Di desert go sing and shaut bikos e dey happy; e go fine like Lebanon mountins. Di soil go dey good like Sharon and Karmel farms. Evribody go si God glory, en greatness and pawa.
Papa, I wont make di pipol wey yu give mi stay with mi for where I dey, so dat dem go si di glory wey yu give mi, bikos yu love mi before yu kreate di world.
Evritin wey wi dey si naw bi like ordinary image for mirror; but for dat time, wi go si am, face-to-face. Naw wi nor know evritin, but den wi go know, just as God really know us.
Anybody wey fit bear rish di end, I go make am pila for my Papa Temple and e nor go ever komot from der. I go rite my Papa name; David Town; di new Jerusalem wey dey kom from heaven and my own new name, put for en body.