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