I used to play till evening shadows come,
I heard my mother call, and said of son,
The shadows lead them past
Some of the fondest memories
of my childhood were woven
As the shadows grew long in the evening
I knew it wouldn't be long un
from the back steps of the
Come on home, son, it's supper time.
Well, sir, it didn't take much persuasion
to get we hungry children
But those days are gone now,
but the memory of them begin
to weave a truth into the water of my soul
that is even more thrilling than the
memory of those childhood days.
For I'm sure, and it won't be long,
until we hear the suppertime call
from the portals of glory,
as we did when we were children,
for the greatest suppertime
with all of God's children,