Posted by Independent JW on March 15, 1999 at 23:29:59 {MWKglaQqh7SVg}:
Support your local elders,
Pay the Faithful and Discreet Slave tribute every time,
Let it be known they hold your fate,
From their fingertips shall flow the symbolic wine,
Tell them when they speaks the air is
sweet,
Wherever they walk, rosebeds be laid,
So that they may always feel secure,
In the vast publishing empire they have made.
But could you tell me what they've ever done you?
I'm not the one that needed an army of
witnesses,
I'm not the one that needed the Governing Body's respect.
I'm not the one that hoped they'd remember me after I died,
I'm not the one they're likely to forever forget.
It seems one's going to walk,
Where they're
willing to walk,
And with the ears of a bat,
And the eyes of a hawk,
You can see in the end,
It's just a little bit of talk,
But a rodent's always looking for a cat they can stalk,
To meow for them, to meow for
them..
Remember once when we were young,
It really was not all that long ago,
You reached out your hand and it was met,
If only you will let yourself remember,
Your glance fears meeting their eyes,
When royalty speaks you
then reply,
Someday they may find their throne is cold,
Someday they may find chance to wonder why,
But you keep on telling me, what they've ever done you?
I'm not the one that needed an army of witnesses,
I'm not the one
that needed the FDS's respect.
I'm not the one that feared I would never marry,
I'm not the one that feared me they could easily refuse to bury.
Remember once when we were young,
we dreamt that God was with us?
He held our
hand, as we walked along the beach with him,
He promised that he loved us forevermore.
Now we're tossing in a nightmare, awake we cannot,
And it's God's royal FDS that God loves,
And on account of our loyalty to them we are
saved,
Armageddon's suffering and death for their enemies they craved.
Then we awake from that nightmare we all shared together,
There in our bed is God with us, rocking us gently in his arms,
We safely drift off and our next
sleep God fills with dreams..
It seems one's going to walk,
Where they've willing to walk,
And with the ears of a bat,
And the eyes of a hawk,
You can see in the end,
Your FDS and its GB have reaped the whirlwind.
It's
just a little bit of talk,
But a rodent's always looking for a cat they can stalk,
To meow for them, to meow for them..
Yes meowing to millions at the door, reaping the harvest,
And behold! Believe it or not,
Some of them
will one day learn in the TMS,
How to meow for the FDS.
Support your local elders,
Pay them tribute every time,
Let it be known they hold your everlasting life,
And from their GB's fingertips flows symbolic wine,
Tell them
when they speaks the air is sweet,
Wherever they walk, beds of black roses be laid,
So that they may feel forevermore secure,
In the vast empire that they've made.
And one day like their founder Charles Taze Russell,
May they
rest peacefully even if their legacy might fade,
Sleeping in the earth under fragrant beds of roses,
And far beneath the vast empire that they've made.
That they've made...