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