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..