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!