HE DOESN'T SERVE JEHOVAH!!!!!

by LaLa लाला यैत्स Yates on Friday, 13 August 2010

He Doesn't Serve Jehovah

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