Times were hard a way back then,
Modern conveniences? They had none.
Days of work began at dawn,
Lasting till the set of the sun.

With Dad out in the fields plowing,
And Mom doing the kitchen chores.
The children helped as age allowed,
All saying daily prayers to the Lord.

Way back then families were closer,
And friends were more devoted too.
And when tragedy hit a family,
Others helped and knew what to do.

The friends and families gathered together
At the church on each Sunday morn
To sing and Praise our dear Lord Savior
And to keep our loving hearts warm.

© Kentucky_Lady4

Scripture From: Ecclesiastes 3

To every thing there is a season, and a
time to every purpose under the heaven:
a time to plant, and a time to pluck
up that which is planted;


Music From: MCS Midi Files

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