Upon entering a Church, during a revival meeting. I noticed a group of small boys gathered in an alcove at the back of the Church auditorium, and sensing what they would do, I proceeded to take a seat among them. In the group were children of some who sat down front and shouted quite loudly all during the service, while I sat in the back and tried to keep order. While this was going on the Lord gave me the lines of this little bit of verse.
Some people go to meeting;
Down front they find a seat;
They always testify quite loud,
And sing and shout real sweet.
They seem so full of glory;
They say they're on the track;
But while they're shouting down in front.
Their kids are in the back.
While daddy shouts "Oh glory,"
The kids are in a fight;
And mother hollers, "Praise the Lord."
The young ones start a riot.
While down in front they think it's fine,
In back it's quite a mess;
I don't know what they call it, but it's sure not holiness.
Now dad says, "Folks, I'm on my way."
And mom says, "So am I."
"I sure don't want to miss it, that home up in the sky."
"My heart is set on Heaven, my joy I cannot tell."
But while they talk of glory, the kids go to hell.
Now I don't know what's wrong with me,
This fault I must confess;
To me there is no sense in this; Nor is it holiness;
To leave our children in the back;
Down front our seats to take;
For all our shouting cannot hide,
The noise our children make.
Now, if you want me to believe that you are sanctified,
Just bring your children into Church and set them by your side.
Don't turn them loose to run about, God's house to desecrate;
But if you do not have the nerve, and moral backbone, too,
To raise your children as you should, and as God told you to;
Just stop shouting, Brother, on bended knee pray through;
And when you raise your children right,
I'll come and shout with you.
By: D.P. Denton
Down front they find a seat;
They always testify quite loud,
And sing and shout real sweet.
They seem so full of glory;
They say they're on the track;
But while they're shouting down in front.
Their kids are in the back.
While daddy shouts "Oh glory,"
The kids are in a fight;
And mother hollers, "Praise the Lord."
The young ones start a riot.
While down in front they think it's fine,
In back it's quite a mess;
I don't know what they call it, but it's sure not holiness.
Now dad says, "Folks, I'm on my way."
And mom says, "So am I."
"I sure don't want to miss it, that home up in the sky."
"My heart is set on Heaven, my joy I cannot tell."
But while they talk of glory, the kids go to hell.
Now I don't know what's wrong with me,
This fault I must confess;
To me there is no sense in this; Nor is it holiness;
To leave our children in the back;
Down front our seats to take;
For all our shouting cannot hide,
The noise our children make.
Now, if you want me to believe that you are sanctified,
Just bring your children into Church and set them by your side.
Don't turn them loose to run about, God's house to desecrate;
But if you do not have the nerve, and moral backbone, too,
To raise your children as you should, and as God told you to;
Just stop shouting, Brother, on bended knee pray through;
And when you raise your children right,
I'll come and shout with you.
By: D.P. Denton