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

Raiding church-owned corporations for your multi-million dollars



For a pretense you make lengthy, arrogant prayers

You exalt yourself and one day you'll be humbled



Woe to you, hypocrites!

You shut the kingdom of heaven in men's faces neither you nor they enter in

Woe to you, hypocrites!

You make your convert twice as much a child of hell as yourselves



You bind heavy burdens and lay them on 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 priest



Woe to you blind fools!

You place your priesthood callings and temple attendance

Ahead of a relationship with Jesus

Woe to you blind guides!

While you choke on a gnat you swallow a 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 and 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 Word'

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 to you hypocrites!

Appearing righteous on the outside but I see you are buried in your fig leaf

Woe to you blind Pharisee!

You make your temples beautiful palaces but inside they're full of dead men's bones



Woe to you brood of vipers!

You build monuments to honor men that slander God's true prophets

By changing the true Word of God and proclaiming another gospel

Woe to you, Jesus weeps over you!

The time to repent is now! Woe