I have some friends that like to go  
Door to door in rain or snow.  
Hot or cold, they don't mind  
They're serving Jehovah, and counting time.  
   
Usually they're bright, sharp and quick  
To keep this up, they have a trick.  
When emotions drain, and feet get cold  
They head for a place where coffee's sold.  
   

This pungent brew has amazing powers  
That would astonish Jesus at his greatest hours.  
One place in particular we like to go  
Also sells small cakes made of dough.  
   

This fills our tummy's and warms our hearts  
Keeping us at our teaching arts.  
Tired or cold, we never miss --  
Surely Jehovah allows for this.  
   

Though not divinely or scripturally supported  
This break is necessary, as reported.  
Middle-morning, or afternoon  
Sometimes both, but never too soon.  
   

Jehovah, we know lives are at stake  
But please allow for the coffee break.  
You'd think from this rhyme that coffee's first  
Actually the situation could be worse.  
   

We could quit when we are tired  
And leave the service when not inspired.  
But when we weaken and have to stop  
We head straight for that coffee shop.  
   

I often wonder if the apostle Paul  
Had a Dunkin Doughnuts near his Kingdom Hall!