The Old Paths

I liked the old paths when Moms stayed home
And dads went at work.

Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!
Crime did not pay but hard work did,
And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook, dads would work
 and 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, and 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 and 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 a Christian was worth living for,

To be called a traitor was a shame!
Preachers preached because they had a message,
And Christians rejoiced  because they had the VICTORY!

Preachers preached from the Bible,
Singers sang from the heart and sinners turned to the
Lord to be SAVED!

A new birth meant a new life,
Salvation meant a changed life,
Trusting Christ gave us eternal life.
Laws were based on the Bible, homes read the Bible
And churches taught the Bible.
God was worshiped, Christ was exalted
And the Holy Spirit was respected.

Church was where you found Christians
On the Lord's day, rather than in the garden,
On the creek bank, on the golf course,
Or being entertained somewhere else.
I still like the old paths the best!

Ye Must Be Born Again!