Muscatine

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!

Amen to That in spades!!!!

What happened?   I think we all know in hearts what changed and how it happened and who is responsible, don't we.