Here's part five, how I found out the truth about the lie
September 1995-November 1999 - Cetainty, Doubt, Disillusionment, and Departure
The next few years that followed were so very good for me
I was so certain of my future, for the truth had set me free
I drew closer to Jehovah, received blessings from above
Nothing would ever be able to separate me from his love
I was sure of my salvation, working side by side
With all my brothers and sisters, all of us so full of pride
That out of all the worlds' billions, we were among the few
To be chosen by Jehovah for his work to do
For this generation would by no means pass away
Before our God Jehovah would bring about his great day
Which was getting closer, and would not be delayed
Then would come the paradise for which I constantly prayed
Even when new light shone forth from the faithful slave
I had no cause for doubt, for the promises they gave
Would surely be fulfilled in a few short years
And wipe away all my tears
But as the years rolled by I began to feel
That all I had believed in may not be for real
My life was in turmoil as doubts began to grow
Is this really the truth? I no longer know
I still loved Jehovah, but my doubts were now real
And I couldn't tell my brothers of how I was beginning to feel
So I began to study as I never had before
But everything I read seemed to make me doubt even more
Crisis of Conscience, that was the book
At which Witnesses of Jehovah must never even look
But as I read through it, it opened up my eyes
And I knew what I'd believed was not truth, but lies
I didn't want to leave Jehovah, but knew that soon I must
As each of the so-called promises had now turned into dust
So in November 1999 at long last dawned the day
That from the organisation I would finally walk away
My brothers and my sisters all thought that I was rash
But I knew the watchtower teachings were nothing more than trash
The elders tried to help me, but by now it was too late
All my love for the watchtower had now turned to hate
Leaving was not easy, but I knew the decision I had made
Was the only thing I could do, despite the price I paid
I sufferred times of deep despair, and shed so many tears
At the bitter memories of all those wasted years.
I will put the next part up shortly, once again thanks for bearing with me on this, as it is a little long.
dedpoet