The Old Paths...

I liked the old paths, when Moms were at home.

Dads were at work.

Brothers went into the army.

And sisters got married BEFORE having children!


Crime did not pay;

Hard work did;

And people knew the difference.


Moms could cook;

Dads would work;

Children would behave.


Husbands were loving;

Wives were supportive;

And children were polite.


Women wore the jewelry;

And Men wore the pants.


Women looked like ladies;

Men looked like gentlemen;

And children looked decent.


People loved the truth,

And hated a lie.


They came to church to get IN,

Not to get OUT!


Hymns sounded Godly;

Sermons sounded helpful;

Rejoicing sounded normal;

And crying sounded sincere.


Cursing was wicked;

Drugs were for illness;

And divorce was unthinkable.


The flag was honored;

America was beautiful;

And God was welcome!


We read the Bible in public;

Prayed in school;

And preached from house to house.


To be called an American was worth dying for;

To be called an American was worth living for;

To be called a traitor was a shame!


I still like the old paths the best!

('The Old Paths' was written by a retired minister who lives In Tennessee)