He walk mo down, an go down on top da groun, an talk to God lidis: “God, you my Faddah. If can, no let me suffa lidis. But if no can, dass okay. I like do um da way you like, not da way I like do um.”
Da Pharisee guy stan up an pray ony fo him lidis, ‘God, mahalo plenny dat I no stay jalike da odda guys, da guys dat steal, no do da right ting, fool aroun da odda guy wife, an even jalike dis guy hea dat colleck tax money.
But da guy dat colleck tax money wen stan up far away. He no even like look up to da sky, but he beat on his ches an tell, ‘God, I one guy dat wen do bad kine stuff. Give me chance!’ ”
Peter tell um all fo go outside. Den he go down on his knees an pray. He turn aroun by da mahke wahine, an tell, “Eh Tabita! Stan up!” She open her eyes, spock Peter, an sit up.
But wen da time come, we go way from dea. All da guys an da wahines an da kids go wit us outside da town. An by da beach we go down on oua knees an pray.
Wen Jesus stay hea inside da world, he pray real hard, an he cry real loud, cuz he know dat God can take him outa dea fo him no gotta mahke. An God lissen him, cuz Christ all da time show him respeck, an ony do wat God tell um fo do.
