Папулярныя біблейскія вершы з Jhone 1

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Yit tae aa thaim that dïd tak hïm ïn, an trustit on hïs name, he gien thaim tha richt tae be makkit childèr o God

Richt at tha stairt, ye haed tha Wurd. Tha Wurd wus thair alang wi God, an tha Wurd wus God.

Tha licht beams ïn tha mirk, but tha mirk cannae pit ït oot.

Tha Wurd cum tae be flesh an bluid an leeved amang iz. We hae saa hïs glorie, tha glorie o tha Yin an Ainlie that cum frae tha Faither, fu o grace an truith.

Iverie last thïng wus made throu hïm; athoot hïm, naethin ava wus iver made. In hïm wus life, an thïs life wus tha licht o mankine.

Tha nixt day Jhone saa Jesus cumin up tae hïm an saed, “Luk an behoul, tha Lamb o God that taks awa tha sïn o tha warl!

He wus ïn tha warl, but tha mair ït wus o hïs makkin, tha warl dïdnae ken wha he wus. He cum tae hïs ain lan, but hïs ain fowk wantit naethin tae dae wi hïm.

Tha true licht, hïm that gies licht tae iverie man, wus cumin ïntae tha warl.

Tha mair tha Laa wus gien throu Moses, grace an truith cum throu Jesus Christ.