An Jesus went on tae say thïs, “Whaniver tha Sinn o Man cums ïn hïs glorie, an aa tha angels alang wi hïm, he'll sït on hïs throne ïn heivenlie glorie.
Whaniver the' cum tae Jesus, the' saen tha man that haed bin taen ower wi tha legion o ïll spïrits sïttin thair quait, wi hïs claes on hïm, an richt ïn tha heid. An the' wur hairt-scarred.
Naebodie taks ït frae me, but A gie ït up o ma ain wull. A hae tha thortie tae gie ït up, an A hae tha thortie tae tak ït bak agane. Thïs ïs tha chairge A hae got frae ma Faither.”
“Ma kïngdom,” qo Jesus, “ïsnae o thïs warl. If ït wus, ma gairds wud fecht tae stap me bein lïftit an brocht ïn afore tha Jewish heidyins. But na, ma kïngdom ïsnae frae here.”