Suppertime
Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play till evening shadows come
Then winding down that old familiar pathway
I'd hear my mother call at set of sun.
Come home, come home it's suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it's suppertime
We're going home at last.
Some of the fondest memories of my childhood
Were woven around suppertime
When my mother used to call
From the backsteps of the old homeplace
Come on home now son it's suppertime.
Ahhhh, but I'd loved to hear that once more
But you know for me time has woven
the realization of
The truth that's even more thrilling
and that's when
The call comes up from the portals of glory
To come home for it's suppertime.
When all Gods children shall gather
around the table
of the Lord, Himself
and the greatest suppertime of them all.
Come home, come home it's suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it's suppertime
We're going home at last...
