Suppertime

(Ira P. Stanphill)



Come home, come home it's suppertime

The shadows lengthen fast

Come home, come home it's suppertime

We're going home at last.



Many years ago in days of childhood

I used to play when evening shadows come

Then winding down that old familiar pathway

I heard my mother call at set of sun.



Some of the fondest mem'ries of my childhood

are woven around suppertime

When mother used to call from the backsteps

of the old homeplace.



Come on home Ferlin it's suppertime

what I would give to hear that once more

But for me time has woven a realization of the truth

that's even more thrilling.



And that's when the call comes up from the portal

of glory to come home

For it's suppertime when all of God's children

shall gather around the table.



With the Lord at 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...