Suppertime

Many years ago in days of childhood

I used to play till the evening sun would come

Then winding down that old familiar pathway

I heard 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 my fondest memories of my childhood

Are woven around suppertime

When my mother used to call from the backsteps

Of the old homeplace

She said "come home, son, it's suppertime"

Oh what I'd give to hear that one more time

But you know time has woven a realization

Of truth that is even more thrilling

And that's when we get that call from the

Greatest glory to come home on suppertime

When all of God's children gather around

The table with the love of himself

And we'll celebrate the greatest suppertime of all

Come home, come home...