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.
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.
"IN
GOD WE TRUST"