Suppertime

Many years ago in days of childhood

I used to play till evening shadows come

And then winding down that old familiar pathway

I heard my mother call at set of sun

"Come home, come home, it's suppertime

The shadow's lengthen fast

Come home, come home, it's suppertime

We're going home at last"

Some of the fondest memories of my childhood

Are woven around suppertime

When Mama used to call out from the back steps

To the old home place, "Come on home, son, it's suppertime"

Oh, how I'd love to hear those words once more

But you know for me, time is woven in the realization of the truth

That's even more thrilling

And that's when the call comes from the portals of glory

To come on home, it's suppertime

"Come home, come home, it's suppertime

The shadow's lengthen fast

Come home, come home, it's suppertime

We're going home at last, we're going home at last"

When all God's children shall gather 'round the table

With the Lord Himself at the greatest suppertime of them all