But seein as he haes nae ruits, ït onlie houls wi hïm fer a wee while. Whan haird times an trouble cums acause o God's wurd, he jist gies up thair an then.
Here's tha truith o ït. Less an ear o seed-coarn draps doon ïntae tha grun an dees, ït jist stays on ïts lane. But ïf ït dees, ït maks a hale lock o seeds.
You dïdnae waal me, na, fer A waaled you, an appointit ye tae gang an bair fruit - fruit that wull last fer aye. An then tha Faither wull gie ye ocht ye ax fer ïn ma name.
Then Jesus toul thaim, “A'm tellin ye tha truith, tha Sinn can dae naethin on hïs ain, but onlie whut he sees hïs Faither dae; fer whutiver tha Faither daes, tha Sinn daes tae.