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  • By Robert Funderburk

Beware the Heart


The sacrifice of God’s own Son

On that appointed tree

Before the world and water were

Was destined for our Liberty.


Like Summer when she breathes

The life that Spring has sown

And offers what we all could share

And yet so few have known,


With ease and swiftness it departs

While heedlessly we wait

For we are slaves of our own hearts

And freedom comes so late.


Robert Funderburk was born by coal oil lamplight in our home near Liberty, Mississippi, graduated from Louisiana State University in 1965, serving as SSgt in USAFR from 1965 - 1971. He now lives with my wife, Barbara, enjoying the peace of their home on fifty acres of wilderness in Olive Branch, Louisiana.

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ajsedia
20 ago 2023

This is a beautiful yet plaintive song that readily lends itself to music. It urges inner reflection by offering a sobering reminder of what we so often reject through our own short-sightedness.

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bobbyfunderburk1
bobbyfunderburk1
06 sept 2023
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Thank you, ajsedia


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