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