Suppertime

When I was just a boy in days of childhood
I used to play 'till evening shadows come
Then, winding down an old familiar pathway
I heard my mother call at set of sun

"Come home, come home! It's suppertime
The shadows weave in fast
Come home, come home! It's suppertime
We're going home at last"

Some of the fondest memories of my childhood
Were around suppertime
When my mother used to call from the backsteps of the ol' homeplace
"Come on home son. It's suppertime"
Oh, I wish I could hear that voice again
But you know, for me
Time has woven the realisation of the truth
That's even more thrilling
And that's when the call comes from the portals of glory
To come home, it's suppertime
When all God's children will gather around the table
With the Lord himself
At the greatest suppertime of them all

"Come home, come home! It's suppertime
The shadows weave in fast
Come home, come home! It's suppertime!
We're going home at last"



Credits
Writer(s): Ira F. Stanphill
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