One day long before I was born
a man left his forest of green
The sky was blue that day
and who was there to pray
to bless him on his way
on this noble seeming day
The distant call a famed a decree
He leave his home and family
And as it took his heal to leave
he gave this final plea
The sky is blue today
I ask your hearts to pray
To bless me on my way
for what comes I cannot say
Oh its effect is felt but not seen
felt but not seen
like a currents on a breeze
Oh its effect is felt but not seen
felt but not seen
like a currents on a breeze
A faithful task for one
was bound to seem obscured
Though note worthy to some
He did it most of all
Forgotten by friends
remembered by foes
He gave his life to free from us sin
Loneliness and grief he knew
but he made the promise of home