Lonely crow up in the tree,
He’s as high as he can be.
He looks around from left to right,
And enjoys his view from this great height.
One with his branch, he sways to and fro,
So very few worries does he know.
But suddenly with his watchful eye,
Threatening danger he does spy!
He does not think whom he might bother,
He just starts to scream and holler!
Small folk take heed to his timely warning,
But the big folk find that noise alarming!
The big folk think they’re the best around,
But by gravity’s force to the earth they’re bound.
Mr. Crow, however, on his perch in the tree
Is perfectly happy because he’s free!
Free to fly, free to fly, through the air he does soar,
He rests on a tree branch and then flies some more.
His loud, urgent warning to everyone he calls
So in imminent danger no one has to fall.
He points to the Holy One who went to the tree,
Died and rose again to bring liberty
To the human spirits like you and like me,
Who only through Him can truly be free.
Heed the warning, oh spirits who to earth still are bound!
Heed the warning; let Him lift you up off the ground!
Accept His forgiveness, and soon you will be
Flying high in the sky, for you’ll find you are free!