Even the least among all things, if they call upon Him with faith, He answers.
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Caw, caw, caw, caw
‘round me they tease, fly.
Can’t scare them; don’t try!
I am scared of crows picking … they’ll make me die.
Like buzzards they tear at my long, lean limbs
to frighten me until I make amends;
they always pull the stuffing out of me.
Why won’t they leave me alone? Let things be?

Caw, caw, caw, caw
their droppings mark me …
everyone can see.
I am scared of crows … they cause misery.
My arms are splayed as if hangin’ a’treed …
praying that someone will let me go. Freed!
My legs sprawl, won’t hold me up … I’m but straw …
till a stranger shoulders me. I am awed.

Caw, caw, caw, caw
see my image … gee.
I’m here! Can that be?
I’m not scared in His presence … company.
Reckoning’s a comin’— torn limb from limb.
Coyotes got its’ leg, the image meets end.
Once scared, I prayed. He answered and has stayed
in the fields with me … where I lived and played.

Caw, caw, caw, caw
my spirit soars free
for infinity.
His road will take me to eternity …

the crows stay behind.