It's time to pull out the classic poem I pulled off an old, now defunct JW website (maybe "greatcrowd", I can't remember). It was originally passed around in email form hence those little arrows, but some insightful witness thought it worthy of sharing on a JW posting board. Sadly the author is unknown. Behold a stunning piece that details the travails of a jw/non-jw union with thought-provoking imagination and fantabulous rhyme-scheme to boot! Enjoy!
Poem "He Doesn't Serve God"
> >
> > I met him at work one day
> > On my lunch break, I was about to pray
> > We talked on and on and oh, he's such a gentleman
> > I wished that moment would never end
> >
> > But then reality brought forth, the end of my lunch hour
> > As he arose, he stood as strong and tall as a tower
> > We met again and again; our souls began to cling
> > I've pondered, "Could this be the real thing?"
> >
> > He doesn't smoke, drink or gamble money
> > He doesn't take drugs and he's no else's honey
> > Let's face it, he's fine and has a great bod
> > The truth? Oh well, he doesn't serve Jehovah God
> > For I know that he will change in time
> > So that is why I shall make him mine
> >
> > My friends tried to warn me. Did I listen? Did I care?
> > Little did I know, my life would be one of despair
> > The wedding went fine; the judge married us in fall
> > You see, I couldn't have my wedding in a Kingdom Hall
> > My dad? No, he didn't give me away
> > With the pain in his heart, he didn't have much to say
> >
> > Mom, can you hear me? Mom, why do you cry?
> > Don't worry bout me, we'll do just fine
> > I got a good man, who has a good job
> > The only thing is, he doesn't serve God
> >
> > Everything went fine, only recently at night
> > When the meeting times come, we fuss and we fight
> > "Who is this God, breaking us apart?
> > Don't go tonight, follow your heart."
> > So I listen, to keep the peace in my home
> > But often times, I feel so alone
> > Guess cause I don't associate much with the friends at all
> > You see, I stopped going to the Kingdom Hall
> >
> > Service? Oh, well that's history
> > I just decorated my first holiday tree
> > The holiday celebrations are now a part of my life
> > I must obey my husband, for I am his wife
> >
> > The brothers would call, I wouldn't answer the door
> > I stopped reading the literature, it got to be a bore
> > You see, marrying out of the Truth, gets one free
> > Free from Jehovah's love that I once had within me
> >
> > Oh blessed news, a little one to come
> > I couldn't wait, had to hurry and tell my Hon
> > He was in a bad mood, just lost his job that day
> > He told me all this as he struck my face
> > "I'm sorry, babe. Forgive me this time, please."
> > I've heard these words more than once you see
> >
> > Two jobs I have now, as I support my household
> > My husband stays home--still out of work--it's getting old
> > I'm tired a lot lately, and feeling kinda strange
> > My schedule at both jobs, I've rearranged
> > The baby is due anytime now
> > Things will get better some way, some how
> > For I married a man for better, or worse
> > One who refuses to put Jehovah first
> >
> > The baby came, so little and light
> > It wasn't crying, something was not right
> > What could it be, I wondered in bed
> > Then came the Doctor, he just shook his head
> > "Mrs. Unbeliever, there's something to confess
> > You and the baby tested positive to the HIV test"
> > Oh my!! What a death sentence to hear
> > That the end of both of our lives is near
> >
> > Listen to me, let me tell you to your face
> > To marry an unbeliever is a total disgrace
> > Jehovah, a loving father, who cares for his sheep
> > So he set guidelines for us to hold and to keep
> > Let me say this, just to set things straight
> > He'll give you a nice brother, a theocratic mate
> > Cause there's nothing a worldly man has to offer at all
> > But unhappiness, sorrow and a serious fall