Bear It Away

Four little girls
Dressed up nice
Singing about Jesus
Red and yellow
Black and white
Dreaming of freedom
Across the land
And all God's children
Walking hand in hand

One deadly blast
Shattered the peace
Making for a dark
Sunday morning
On Sixteenth Street
Who can explain
Such ignorant hate
When the violent
Bear it away

Bear it away
Bear it away
Merciful Jesus
Lift up our sorrow
Upon your shoulder
And bear it away

It hurts my heart
To think of them
Four little girls
And what they
Could have been
But we never know
About these things
When the violent
Bear it away