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.
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.