Home testimony Sundays are delicious.

Sundays are delicious.

February 10, 2013
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.

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2 comments

Vic February 10, 2013 at 9:27 pm

There are definitely things my soul just loves. Especially music. Chilled out Sundays are my favourite!

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Amylee February 10, 2013 at 10:57 pm

Mmmmm…. Sundays.

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