Home By Suppertime

by

Wayne Hicks

The old man held the hand of his wife of fifty years,
And looked with honest love into her eyes,
She whispered, “I’ll be going soon,” and then, through silent tears,
She said, “I’ll miss you, I hate leaving you behind!”
He kissed her withered fingers, and he said, “Don’t cry for me,
There’ll be no sorrow once you’ve crossed that line,
And the time that we will be apart won’t be that long, you’ll see,
‘Cause, remember, I’ll be home by suppertime!”

(Chorus)
I’ll be home by suppertime,
When the Lamb sits down to Supper with His Bride!
So, you go on ahead, I promise I’ll be fine,
And don’t you worry, I’ll be home by suppertime!

A mother wiped the forehead of a child who showed no fear,
Her little boy of ten would soon be gone,
And said a silent prayer that God would help her fight the tears,
She would smile as long as he kept holding on,
He opened up his eyes, and looked into his mother’s face,
And he said, “Mommy, don’t be scared, but now it’s time,
There’s an angel here who’s come to take me to a better place,”
She nodded and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine!”

(Chorus)
I’ll be home by suppertime,
When the Lamb sits down to Supper with His Bride!
So, you go on ahead, I promise I’ll be fine,
And don’t you worry, I’ll be home by suppertime!