An the' tuk brenches o palm-trees an oot the' went tae meet hïm, cryin, “Hosanna! Blisst be tha Yin that cums ïn tha name o tha Loard! Blisst be tha Kïng o Israel!”
“Sae ye wud be a kïng, then!” saed Pilate. Jesus answert, “Ye'r richt eneuch sayin A'm a kïng. As a mettèr o fect, tha raison A wus boarn, an fer why A cum ïntae tha warl, wus tae gie wutness tae tha truith. Iveriebodie that's on fer tha truith taks tent o whut A say.”
That aa micht gie honour tae tha Sinn, jist as the' gie honour tae tha Faither. Hïm that daesnae honour tha Sinn, daesnae honour tha Faither that sent hïm.