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!  

(Author Unknown) 

^“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14 (NIV)