Evrytin Brand New

One big crowd inside heaven shout for joy. Dem praise God. His ways na true. His ways na right. Di city wey hurt God people don go. Her smoke dey rise forever. Di twenty-four elders and di four living beings fall flat on dia faces. Dem say: Amen! Praise God!

One voice from di throne speak. Praise God, all of una wey dey serve am! Den one sound like thunder and water wey dey rush fill heaven. Di crowd cry out: Di Lord God don rule as king now! Dem dey full of joy, because di Lamb dey get married! His bride don ready herself. She wear bright, clean...

Di wedding of di Lamb don come. His bride stand ready. She wear fine white cloth, bright and clean. Dat cloth na di good things wey God people don do.

Rev 19:1