My friend Pat from Living on Grace had this posted on her blog last week. I liked it and thought you would too.
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.
Mom could cook Dad would work
Children knew how to behave.
Husbands were loving, Wives were supportive
And children were respectful, appreciative and polite.
Women wore the jewelry
Men wore the pants.
Women looked like ladies. Men looked like gentlemen
And children looked presentable.
People loved the truth and hated lies.
Hymns sounded transcendent
Sermons sounded powerful
Rejoicing sounded wonderful
And crying sounded sincere
Cursing was wicked
Drugs were for illness
And divorce was unthinkable.
The flag was respected
America was Beautiful
And God was feared and honored!
We read the Bible in public
And preaching was heard everywhere.
To be called an American was worth dying for
To be called an American was worth living for!
I still like the old paths the best!