I wish
the old paths
were before us
instead
of behind us.
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 .
Friday, December 18, 2015
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