We pioneer and publisher friends are aghast
Each morning we prepare for our ministry
Our assigned territory just seems so vast
We try but never seem to cover its entirety
We foray from one to five hours at best
From one to seven days every week
Like Jesus, we are on an urgent quest
For those searching, the mild and meek
This work has gone on more than a century
Since Jesus long ago made it quite clear
The Good News must not be a mystery
All men ‘in those days’ must know and hear
How wise his father Jehovah, The True God!
Watching his ‘witnesses’ scour their areas
Whose angels direct us with a provident prod
While the callous laugh, ignore or harry us
Interest once found, we may never see again
We often get tired and discouraged
We so want each soul we find to mend
Still, we’re seen on the street and encouraged
Often it seems that our efforts are tedium
That a few hours won’t suffice knocking doors
Many died before seeing the expected kingdom
Each decade’s more evil than the one before
All men in all corners of the earth we’ve reached
Using slow boats to bikes to cars of swiftness
By billions of books and the ‘net’ we’ve preached
From imperfect us God’s made a ‘Perfect Witness’
So now finally, O Jah, in your wisdom, I get it!
Our hours/weeks/years times millions of men
While not all listened to ‘Jehovah’s Witnesses’
All have seen us–and your name–down to the end
By Jahgirl
11/11/2015