Sundays are delicious.

And I mean that really and truly. I love the quiet time to reflect, to improve, to really love people - to search how better to reach out to them and help them - and the opportunity study the things that matter most. To enjoy the things that lift me highest.

This song just speaks to my soul. Straight-up. And maybe that sounds weird, but whatever. Because I really believe that there are some things that your Spirit just responds to. And for me, this song is one of them. Happy Sabbath, friends!

In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red,

When the summer's ceased its gleaming
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning -
I'll be homeward bound in time

Bind me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plow
Set me free to find my calling
And I'll return to you somehow

If you find it's me you're missing
If you're hoping I'll return,
To your thoughts I'll soon be listening,
And in the road I'll stop and turn

Then the wind will set me racing
As my journey nears its end
And the path I'll be retracing

When I'm homeward bound again

Bind me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plow
Set me free to find my calling

And I'll return to you somehow

In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
I'll be homeward bound again.