I Stretch My Hand Reach You
Na psalm wey David write.
As dem dey hunt am and e don crush reach ground, e ask make dem no bring am to judgment, since nobody wey dey alive dey righteous before im Papa. E dey rehearse old works to survive di present, and e ask for two things: word for morning, and level ground.
143 1My Papa, hear my prayer; listen to my cry for mercy; answer me for your faithfulness, for your correct-and-holy way. 2No bring your servant come judgment, because no person wey dey alive dey correct-and-holy for your front. a a v2 Paul take dis line teach say no person fit come correct with our Papa by im own record — na only through to trust Jesus. 3Because di enemy don chase my soul; e don crush my life reach ground; e don make me dey stay for darkness like people wey don die tay-tay. 4My spirit dey weak inside me; my heart inside me don scatter with fear. 5I dey remember di days wey pass; I dey meditate on everything wey you don do; I dey ponder di work wey your hand do. 6I stretch my hand reach you; my soul thirst for you like ground wey dry finish. Selah.
7Answer me quick-quick, my Papa; my spirit don fail. No hide your face from me, if not I go be like people wey dey go down inside di pit. 8Make I hear about your Covenant love for morning, because na you I dey trust. Show me di way wey I suppose go, because I lift up my soul give you. 9Rescue me from my enemies, my Papa; na for your side I run come hide. 10Teach me to do wetin you want, because na you be my Papa; make your good Spirit lead me for level ground. 11For your name sake, my Papa, keep my life; for your correct-and-holy way bring my soul comot from trouble. 12And for your Covenant love you go cut off my enemies and destroy all di people wey be enemy to my soul, because na your servant I be.
