* My brother sang this song and it brings memories of
mom, calling us in to supper. There was always a lot of people. No one came and  left hungry. It is the same when you come to Jesus, He will never leave you wanting. What a wonderful image to have!  A large unending buffet, and loved ones there to dine with Christ!
Hope I get to meet you at Home*



When I was just a girl in days of childhood,
I used to play till evening shadows come.
Then winding down an old familiar pathway,
I heard my mother call at set of sun:
Chorus
Come home, come home,
It's supper time,
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home,
It's supper time,
We're going home at last.
 

One day beside her bedside I was kneeling,
And angel wings were winnowing the air.
She heard the call for supper time in heaven,
And I know she's waiting for me there.
Chorus
Come home, come home,
It's supper time,
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home,
It's supper time,
We're going home at last.

In visions now I see her standing yonder,
And her familiar voice I hear once more.
The banquet table's ready up in heaven,
It's supper time upon the golden shore.
Chorus
Come home, come home,
It's supper time,
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home,
It's supper time,
We're going home at last.

Words and Music by Ira Stanphill
Revelation 19:9
"And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb ... "