Here We Go
(written by Ray Scarbrough)
1
Sunday morning as the sun comes up.
Smell’n that coffee from my daddy’s cup.
Mama cook’n bacon in the fry’n pan.
Little sister’s in the kitchen giv’n Mom a hand.
Hurry! Get ready! Look’n at the clock.
Press my pants & find my socks.
Where’s my tie? How about my shirt.
It’s time to go. It’s time for church..
Chorus
Rise & shine It’s a brand new day..
We’re headed out & we won’t be late.
All the church is gathered round.
God’s com’n down to our hometown.
No time for wait’n or mov’n slow.
Get ready. O! Here we go!
2
Our Lord is com’n & it won’t be long.
We’ll all be sing’n that goodbye song.
Old Death may come & bury me
in a chilly grave so damp & deep.
To live is Christ. To die is gain.
If I go now He knows my name.
With an angels shout & a trumpet sound,
I’m bust’n out of that hard ground.