1963

Hmmm, Lord, Lord, Lord 

Oh, Lord have mercy, hmmm 

 

September 15, 1963 

It was a Sunday morning in 1963 

We were guests at a church in Birmingham, Alabama 

To share our ministry 

 

All of a sudden, the deacon burst through the door 

Filled with anger as everybody could see 

Shouting loudly: Get up, Get out quickly 

There's been a catastrophe 

 

They just bombed the 16th Street Baptist Church 

And four little girls just died 

People are rioting down the street 

Oh, I've never seen such an angry crowd 

 

As we headed right through Birmingham  

Right through Birmingham downtown 

Oh, what a sight to see 

I'll never forget it 

Cars pushed over 

Bricks thrown through windows 

It was frightening and dangerous 

 

Oh, my God, people running 

People screaming, people cursing 

People crying, trying to get to safety 

 

With the help of God on our side 

We prayed all the way through 

We made it through the crowd unharmed 

My two little boys were with me 

I was 24 on that bloody Sunday in 1963 

 

Four little girls lost their lives 

Little Cynthia Wesley 

Little Carol Robinson 

Little Denise McNair 

And Little Addie Mae Collins 

Between the ages of 11 and 14 

They never made it that day 

Lord , have mercy 

 

Oh God, uh uh uh 

When will this madness ever end? 

Will we ever be free? 

We find ourselves once again in 1963 

 

I'm calling for freedom 

I'm calling for peace 

I'm calling for victory 

 

Lord, I'm calling on you 

To bring peace and harmony 

There still killing and stealing our children  

One by one 

 

You can't feel our hurt? 

You can't feel our pain? 

You can't feel our misery? 

 

I don't ever want you to forget 

Don't  you ever forget 

Remember that bloody Sunday in 1963 

 

Oh , enough is enough save our children 

Save our children 

Have mercy on the children 

 

No more Sandy Hook 

No more Uvalde 

No more East Point 

No more South side 

Why we so angry? 

Why must the children die 

 

I can't legislate love 

I can't wish away hate 

Let justice roll down like waters 

And righteousness like a stream 

Until then my friend 

Keep up the good fight 

Until love, until love  

Until love really wins 

 

Ah, Let love win 

Oooh, Let love, Let Love win 

One day and it won't be long 

Love is gonna win, hmmm 

 

Oooh, 1963 

Stop repeating 1963