The First Book of Willow (Positive Swing DnB Pop Mix)

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Come, Come, ye Saints of Zion: Listen together. Repent ye, repent ye,
for the kingdom of Heaven is nigh at hand. Listen to the voice of Him who
calleth, “make your paths straight.” Yea, listen to the voice of Him who
reigns in all light, charity, and goodness; He who is the father of all
righteousness, yea, listen ye together.
Come, come ye Saints, and listen to Him, The Great Jehovah; The Great
I Am. For, for this cause have many to mourn. Yay, and for this same cause
have the small righteous branches of my kingdoms to rejoice; Yea, all
twelve tribes, and those of Levi; Yay, all of those scattered about the Earth
who patiently and steadfastly wait and watch for my coming; Yay, all those
children of Light who watch for me, and look for the signs of that Great
and Terrible Day.
Yay, oh ye wicked and perverse generation; know ye not that I shall come,
in the not-so-distant future? Know ye not that I shall come again to rule and
reign upon this Earth?
Ye say that thou art watching; thou sayest that thou are waiting steadily
for My coming. Yet, ye are not; nay, ye are not. Oh, ye people who call
yourselves “the chosen.” Ye bold, ye beautiful, ye rich, and thou drunken
of the things of this world; Yea, all ye who come close to me with your lips
but stay far from me with your hearts; yay, even they who say that they,
themselves, have drunk out of that bitter cup: death and carnage lay before
you. Yay, ye people who are puffed up, who wear high heads and stiff
necks; listen ye together to the voice of your Creator; your One True King.
Yay, ye people who call yourselves of Zion but, yet ye stink of your own
filthiness: of your flowers and your rich potpourri, of your fine spices, and
of your clean linen. Oh, fear ye, and be chastened; all ye who walk after
their own paths, and seek ye after your own light; Oh, ye wicked and
perverse generation, listen together.
Thou people of Zion, even those who call themselves that “Zion of the
North,” even Cardston; and all the lands round about, listen ye together to
the voice of Him who calls you. Yay, He calls you by name, yet ye heed
him not. Your eyes and your ears are turned yet away towards that Great
City of Sodom and Gomorrah.
Yay, ye look only to that which pleases the senses of the flesh. All those
who call themselves “my people,” yet they look not to me, but at their own
reflections. Yay, they say that they walk in my light, step in my footsteps,
and seek after my ways; yet they are wearied by the heavy burdens placed
upon them by the praise of their brethren; yay, all those who run faster than
they have strength; yet ye are often toiling and wasting your energy and
talents for that which is of naught; you work and toil only to receive the
praise of your brethren. Yea, all those who wish to find gain, and who have
become lifted up in pride, because of the work of their own hands; all those
who wish for the gain and the praise of his own brother; all those who wish
to be seen of men in high places. Yay, those who desire to hear their own
voices, and who wish to be called of by their brethren, “thou great, thou
righteous, thou ruler, and thou peacekeeper.” Thou fool, who treasureth up
that which is of naught; that which moth doth eat up, and the corrupt steal;
yea, all they who seek after the praise of their own works, and by their own
hands, they have received their reward.
Yay, all ye people who look down upon the poor, and the heavy laden
who wish for rest; thy brethren and sisters who cry up to me from their dark
corners, and waste places. Know ye not that the least of these, thy brethren,
are in similitude of me; these are they who ye must serve, and in doing so,
ye only serve me; yet ye will not. You deny me of your substance, yea, ye
deny the beggar and the wayward child; ye deny even your professed Lord,
and Saviour, even Jesus Christ. Know ye not that I hear their prayers, and
I count their tears against you; yea, even ye accuse me, your Lord and
Saviour amid these your brethren, to be evil because of their poverty, and
their sufferings because they lack the same gifts wherewith ye have been
so graciously blessed; ye turn your hearts away from these thy brethren
when ye, yourselves, are supposed to be my hands and my feet; yet, when
the beggar crieth out to you, ye heed him not. What say ye for yourselves?

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Come, Come, ye Saints of Zion: Listen together. Repent ye, repent ye, for the kingdom of Heaven is nigh at hand. Listen to the voice of Him who calleth, “make your paths straight.” Yea, listen to the voice of Him who reigns in all light, charity, and goodness; He who is the father of all righteousness, yea, listen ye together. Come, come ye Saints, and listen to Him, The Great Jehovah; The Great I Am. For, for this cause have many to mourn. Yay, and for this same cause have the small righteous branches of my kingdoms to rejoice; Yea, all twelve tribes, and those of Levi; Yay, all of those scattered about the Earth who patiently and steadfastly wait and watch for my coming; Yay, all those children of Light who watch for me, and look for the signs of that Great and Terrible Day. Yay, oh ye wicked and perverse generation; know ye not that I shall come, in the not-so-distant future? Know ye not that I shall come again to rule and reign upon this Earth? Ye say that thou art watching; thou sayest that thou are waiting steadily for My coming. Yet, ye are not; nay, ye are not. Oh, ye people who call yourselves “the chosen.” Ye bold, ye beautiful, ye rich, and thou drunken of the things of this world; Yea, all ye who come close to me with your lips but stay far from me with your hearts; yay, even they who say that they, themselves, have drunk out of that bitter cup: death and carnage lay before you. Yay, ye people who are puffed up, who wear high heads and stiff necks; listen ye together to the voice of your Creator; your One True King. Yay, ye people who call yourselves of Zion but, yet ye stink of your own filthiness: of your flowers and your rich potpourri, of your fine spices, and of your clean linen. Oh, fear ye, and be chastened; all ye who walk after their own paths, and seek ye after your own light; Oh, ye wicked and perverse generation, listen together. Thou people of Zion, even those who call themselves that “Zion of the North,” even Cardston; and all the lands round about, listen ye together to the voice of Him who calls you. Yay, He calls you by name, yet ye heed him not. Your eyes and your ears are turned yet away towards that Great City of Sodom and Gomorrah. Yay, ye look only to that which pleases the senses of the flesh. All those who call themselves “my people,” yet they look not to me, but at their own reflections. Yay, they say that they walk in my light, step in my footsteps, and seek after my ways; yet they are wearied by the heavy burdens placed upon them by the praise of their brethren; yay, all those who run faster than they have strength; yet ye are often toiling and wasting your energy and talents for that which is of naught; you work and toil only to receive the praise of your brethren. Yea, all those who wish to find gain, and who have become lifted up in pride, because of the work of their own hands; all those who wish for the gain and the praise of his own brother; all those who wish to be seen of men in high places. Yay, those who desire to hear their own voices, and who wish to be called of by their brethren, “thou great, thou righteous, thou ruler, and thou peacekeeper.” Thou fool, who treasureth up that which is of naught; that which moth doth eat up, and the corrupt steal; yea, all they who seek after the praise of their own works, and by their own hands, they have received their reward. Yay, all ye people who look down upon the poor, and the heavy laden who wish for rest; thy brethren and sisters who cry up to me from their dark corners, and waste places. Know ye not that the least of these, thy brethren, are in similitude of me; these are they who ye must serve, and in doing so, ye only serve me; yet ye will not. You deny me of your substance, yea, ye deny the beggar and the wayward child; ye deny even your professed Lord, and Saviour, even Jesus Christ. Know ye not that I hear their prayers, and I count their tears against you; yea, even ye accuse me, your Lord and Saviour amid these your brethren, to be evil because of their poverty, and their sufferings because they lack the same gifts wherewith ye have been so graciously blessed; ye turn your hearts away from these thy brethren when ye, yourselves, are supposed to be my hands and my feet; yet, when the beggar crieth out to you, ye heed him not. What say ye for yourselves?

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