set me free to find my calling

I've listened to this song many times. It's become one of my favorite MoTab pieces. But for some reason when my brother and sister sang it at Grandma's funeral the words stood out to me and I heard a different meaning to them...then I lost it and I was blubbering mess.

Homeward Bound

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 gleaning
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 listing,
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 there singing....
I'll be homeward bound again.

(Music and Text by Marta Keen Thompson. Arranged by Mack Wilberg. 
Performed by Mormon Tabernacle Choir.) 

The lyrics could mean many things to different people. To me, they remind me that this life we are passing through is not our final home. We were meant for a greater existence. And there is Someone waiting for us to return.