Suppertime ..

Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play to evening shadows came,
Then winding down an old familiar pathway
I'd hear my mother call at setting sun:

Come home, come home,
it's suppertime.
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home,
it's supper time
We're going home at last.

I ånden kan jeg se min mor på stranden
med Jesus og en veldig hvitkledd hær.
De venter bare på den store stunden
da skaren av de frelste hjemme er.

Kom hjem, kom hjem, det lir mot kveld,
snart dagen slokner ut.
Kom hjem, kom hjem, det lir mot kveld.
Vi haster hjem til slutt.
         (Jim Reeves, framført av Countrymen
          i Gyland kyrkje 1.nov.2013)

Lord, help me walk another mile,
just another mile.
I'm tired of walkin'.
Lord, help me smile another smile,
just one more smile.
You know I just can't make it on my own.

Come down from Your golden throne
to me, to lowly me.
I need to feel the touch of Your tender hand,
Remove the chains of darknes
let me see, Lord, let me see
Just where I fit into Your master plan.

I never thought I needed help before
I thought that I could get by, by myself.
But now I know I just can't take it any more.
With a humble heart,
on bended knee I'm beggin'
You, please, help me.