The Old Paths

I liked the old paths,

when Moms were at home.

Dads were at work.

Brothers went into the army,

Crime did not pay;

Hard work did;

And people knew the difference.

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.

Sermons sounded helpful;

Rejoicing sounded normal;

And crying sounded sincere.

Cursing was wicked;

and divorce was unthinkable.

The flag was honored;

America was beautiful;

And God was welcome!

To be called an American was worth dying for;

To be called a Christian was worth living for;

To be called a traitor was a shame!

Sex was a personal word.

Homosexual was an unheard of word,

And abortion was an illegal word.

Preachers preached because they had a message;

And sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED!

A new birth meant a new life;

Salvation meant a changed life;

Following Christ led to eternal life.

Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God;

Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord;

Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus;

And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you!

Laws were based on the Bible!

Preachers were more interested in new converts,

Than new clothes and new cars.

God was worshiped;

Christ was exalted;

and the Holy Spirit was respected.

I still like the old paths the best !

'The Old Paths' was written by a retired minister who lives in Tennessee.