Elder M. Russell Ballard
M. Russell Ballard
The mountebanks and conjurers grow bolder all the time.
Through MLMs and nostrums they mix scripture with pure slime.
Their draughts are sweet and subtle, while their manner is sincere;
They’ll suck up your last dollar with alacrity and cheer.
Unordained, unlicensed, and behind ornate closed doors,
They preach a gospel knockoff as infallible mentors.
Tampering with doctrine like a child with matches playing,
They ignite but misery when for grace they should be praying.
Do not heed their siren call; let prudence be your guide.
The waters of delusion are so deep and cold and wide.
The simple truth will keep you high and dry without a doubt.
Don’t look beyond the mark if you would keep your purse strings stout.
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