Paths

I wish the old paths were before us instead of behind us

    I liked the old paths, when
    Moms were at home.
    Dads were at work.
    Brothers went into the Army, or took up a trade.

    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!

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