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Many years ago 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
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
Some of the fondest memories of my childhood
Were woven around supper time
When my mother used to call
From the back steps of the old home place
Come on home now son it's supper time
Ah gee, but I'd love to hear that once more
But you know for me time has woven the realization
Of a truth that is even more thrilling
And that's when the call comes
From the portals of glory to come home for it's supper time
When all of God's children shall gather round the table
With the Lord Himself at the greatest supper time of them all.
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!
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LED BY THE HOLY SPIRIT_ ZION IL 52-0727 - Brother Branham
In the great land, someday, when there's to be a large table set, all the redeemed of all ages shall gather in at that table. We'll look across at one another, tears of joy running down our cheeks. I will look across and see the old veterans who've fought to win the prize, and sailed through bloody seas; slip across the table with our hands and shake hands. How we can praise the Lord. Then the King in His beauty will come out and wipe the tears from our eyes, say, "Don't cry no more. It's all over; we're here. Enter into the joys of the Lord."
SERMON MESSAGE BY REVEREND WILLIAM BRANHAM...CLICK HERE
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