Lord. Dear Lord
after Mahalia Jackson
 
We woke up this Sunday morning 
with the crows inside our heads.
Yes, we woke up this Sunday morning 
with the crows pecking at our beds.
Outside and inside this mourning
they forage for our dead.
 
And Gabriel’s gotta tin can
gonna twist it to a blade.
Our Gabriel’s gonna kill a man
cos his debts have to be paid.
The Bishop took the cornered Pawn.
That's when the deal was made.
 
The radio is singing Jesus, 
Look down and see my people through.
Come Sunday, Mahalia’s bringing Jesus,
Look down and see my people through.
Those crows have scattered as if promises
into the turncoat greying blue.