Suppertime

Many years ago in days of childhood
 I used to play till evening shadows came
 Then winding down an old familiar pathway
 I'd hear my mother call at setting 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
 Back steps of the old home place
 Come on home son it's suppertime
 Oh gee but I'd love to hear that again
 But you know for me time has woven
 The realization for truth that's even more thrilling
 And that's when the call comes from
 The portals of glory to come home where it's suppertime
 When all of God's children shall gather around the table
 With the Lord Himself at the greatest suppertime of 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