Suppertime
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The Cathedrals 1. Many years ago in days of childhood, I used to play till evening time would come. Then winding down that old familiar pathway. I hear my mother call at setting sun. Chorus Come home, come home. It's suppertime. The shadows lengthen fast. Come home come home. It's suppertime we're going home at last. Recitation 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 now son, it's suppertime." My how I'd love to hear that once again. But you know time has woven for me a realization of a truth that's even more thrilling. That someday we'll be called up to gather around the suppertable up there for the greatest suppertime of them all with our Lord. Ah, I can almost hear the call now comin' from the portals of heaven from the voice of the Master, "Come on home son, it's suppertime . . . |
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