Son Go Bring My Children Home

I can hear a distant cry,
Shouting out the time is nigh,
As the Father tells His time,
Work on earth this day is done.

Son go bring My children home,
For I want them gathered round My throne.
It's time to reap the harvest You have sown.
Son go bring My children home.

What a Joy to see His face,
In His arms we will embrace.
Never more we'll have to roam,
For we've finally made it home.

Son go bring my children home,
For I want them gathered round My throne.
It's time to reap the harvest You have sown,
Son go bring My children home.

It's time to reap the harvest You have sown,
Son go bring My children home,

Son Go Bring My Children Home.

Written by Jerry Thompson

Performed by
The Rex Nelon Singers

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