Here is a poem I wrote about watchtower doctrinal changes.
I got the idea when I was reading on Quotes a couple of days
ago,
Flip flop.
Flip flop, flip flop
Will these changes ever stop?
New light is needed, we've encountered a hitch
For goodness sake, someone throw the switch
It's 1914, and we shouldn't be here
We said this would be our rapture year
So let's try and think up a brand new date
But we need to hurry, it's getting late
Flip flop, flip flop
It's 1926, we've been caught on the hop
We said last year would be the last
Before armageddon, but now it's passed
Millions now living will probably die
People might say we've told them a lie
But we needn't worry, it's not really late
Let's tell them we can't hold jah to a date
Flip flop, flip flop
Preach the good news and never dtop
For 1975 is certain to bring
An end to this old system of things
Well, '75 has been and gone
And still this old system carries on
But don't accuse us of telling any lies
We never really promised you paradise
Flip flop, flip flop
By the year 2000 this system must stop
For the 1914 generation will not pass away
Before jehovah brings his great day
But now we've reached 1995
And not many 1914'ers are still alive
So let's get new light to shine again
Before we have another failure to explain
Flip flop, flip flop
The number of anointed just won't drop
Even though it's 70 years, and more
Since we locked up Heaven's door
We can never admit to making a mistake
But we need to give a reason why so many partake
So let's invite more to answer heaven's call
By saying the gathering hasn't ended after all
Flip flop, flip flop
The doctrinal changes never stop
It's oh so subtle how they back away
From any teaching that has had it's day
That so many of their members don't realise
That what they're really teaching is a pack of lies
They claim that new light has shone from afar
Like the snake oil salesmen that they really are
I might add a few more verses tomorrow.