An sae ïf sïnfu fowk laik yersels know hoo tae gie guid thïngs tae yer weans, hoo much mair wull yer Faither ïn heiven gie guid thïngs tae thaim that axes hïm!
Fer yinst tha Heid o tha Hoose haes got up an lockt tha dure, ye'll be stannin ootbye rappin an caain oot, ‘Sïr, wull ye no apen tha dure tae iz?’ An he'll cum bak wi, ‘A'm tellin ye, A know naethin aboot ye, or whar yis cum frae!’
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.
Jesus gien hir tha answer, “If ye haed onlie but knowed whut God haes tae gie, an wha's axin ye fer tha drïnk, ye wud hae axt hïm, an he wud hae gien ye tha leevin wattèr.”