Friday, January 7, 2011

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!

Peaceful Pathway

Crime did not pay;
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook;
Dads would work;
Children would behave.

The Cook

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.

Lady of Shalott, c.1916

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.

Psalms: Blessed Assurance

Cursing was wicked;
Drugs were for illness;
And divorce was unthinkable.

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!

Three Girls Praying

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;
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;
Homes read the Bible;
And churches taught the Bible.

Bible and Roses

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!

~Author Unknown

Indian Summer I

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  1. So do I !!
    My, how things have changed in such a short time!
    But, praise the Lord, for those who are turning back to 'old paths' once again :-)

  2. Mrs. Q,

    I say a big hearty "Amen" to this entire poem! It truly warmed my heart. I thought you had written it until the end where you said the author was "unknown." :)

    Blessings to you Dear Mother,

    -Lady Rose

  3. Wow that is an amazing poem! Thank you for sharing it! :o)

  4. Amen! Thank you so much for expressing so beautifully a thought that has been much on my mind of late!

    "Thus saith the Lord, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls. But they said, We will not walk therein." (Jeremiah 6:16)

  5. I am glad you have all enjoyed it. Miss Linda~love that verse.

    ~Mrs. Q

  6. Amen!!!! I like the old paths also.

    Not easy to follow, but it is the best way.

    Thank you for visiting the cottage Mrs. Q!


  7. I agree, How I miss those days. Thank you for the beautiful reminder!

  8. Those beautiful days are gone, for sure, but Heaven is before us, truly the best days are yet to be.
    It was still beautiful to read.

    Thanks for posting this for all of us.


  9. That poem pretty much sums it all up. Btw, I saw that first painting, I think, or one nearly like it in the Louvre in Paris. I think I stood and studied it for a long time (being a "cook" myself, and interested in their choices and process). So, yes, whatever we live and can instill in our younger generations, can be embraced and passed on. Keep the faith!


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