Jesus, where are you?
You arrived on this planet nigh on 2000 years ago. You were baptized at 30, preached for 3 1/2 years, cured the sick, resurrected the dead, opened the way for salvation. You gave us hope and freedom from the law (if you happened to be Jewish back then)
You took our hand and showed us the way to the Father. You gave us a hope.
We've all missed you.
I waited patiently while the Watchtower said you arrived in 1914.
You never came.
I waited patiently while the Watchtower said you would arrive in 1925.
You never came.
I waited patiently while the Watchtower said your Millenial Reign would start in 1975.
You never came.
I was one of the Generation of 1914.
I was one of those that would not die before the "conclusion of the system of things."
You never came.
The Society said 1984.
You never came.
The Society extended my generation to 1994.
Still you never came.
I sold books written by your Father, the "Editor of the Watchtower."
Where were you?
My parents are long dead.
My siblings are dead.
My Generation has gone on for 90 years
Now I'm in a nursing home
Watching the clock tick
Watching the years go by
Till the day I die.