You like to walk around in your designer suits
Reveling in being seen by men
You take the best seats at Conference
And people rise when you enter the room
Devouring poor widows' income, while you're sitting on all of your wealth
Running Church-owned corporations for your multi-million dollars
For a pretence you make lengthy, arrogant prayers
You exalt yourself, and one day you'll be humbled
Woe, woe to you hypocrites
You shut the kingdom of heaven in men's faces
Neither you nor them enter it
Woe, woe to you hypocrites
You make your convert twice as much a child of hell as yourself
You bind heavy burdens and lay them other shoulders
You'll not carry them with one finger
For you preach but do not practice
What you require to pass your sacrament
White shirts and ties and clean shaven
With your standards of dress and grooming
You wouldn't even allow Jesus himself to serve his bread and wine
With the way that he'd be dressed, he'd be scolded by your high priests
Woe, woe to you blind fools
You place your priesthood callings and temples attendance
ahead of a relationship with Jesus
Woe, woe to you blind guides
While you choke on the gnat you swallow the thirsty camel
Something greater than the temple is here
Jesus spoke the truth
It's easier for a camel to go through the eye
of a needle than for you rich men to enter the kingdom of heaven
Beat your breast and say God be merciful to me, a sinner
then sell all you have and give it all to the poor
And you'll have even more in heaven
Follow him now
How often would he have gathered you as a hen gathers her young
Under her wings, but you would not submit yourself to his worth
Remaining ignorant of the righteousness of God which is faith in Christ
You renew your bondage weekly with your prisoners
By feeding them with leavened bread and water
You offer them damnation while Christ feeds with salvation
Woe, woe to you hypocrites
Appearing righteous on the outside
But I see you are buried in your fig leaf
Woe, woe to you blind Pharisee
You make your temples beautiful palaces
But inside they're full of dead men's bones
Woe, woe to you brood of vipers
You build monuments to honor men but slander God's true prophets
By changing the true word of God and proclaiming another gospel
Woe, woe to you Jesus weeps over you
The time to repent is now
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