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Posted By: Joe Offer
01-Oct-03 - 03:24 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: That Kind of Grace (Anne Hills,David Roth
Subject: ADD: That Kind of Grace (Anne Hills & David Roth)
Anne's biography at ther Website (click) says that she and David Roth wrote and recorded "That Kind of Grace" in 1995 for the The Carole Robertson Center for Learning. Located in Chicago, the Center aids families and children in need and is named for the four girls killed in the 1963 Birmingham, Alabama Baptist church bombing.

I haven't heard Anne sing it, but I've heard it on a very nice Matt Watroba CD called Live at the Ark. I got the album from Folk-Legacy Records, but I don't know if Sandy and Caroline Paton still carry it - and I can't find the blankety-blank CD, so I can't give you a transcription. I did find lyrics here (click), but I can't vouch for their reliability. You can also find the song on a David Roth CD.

That Kind of Grace
(Anne Hills & David Roth)

Sunday morning, Birmingham, quiet in the church
Bombs were planted, House of God, children's blood on the cross.
And your daughter, she was one, angel without wings.
How could anyone forgive those who do such things?

And when I sing Amazing Grace, your face is what I see.
I hope someday that kind of grace will find its way to me.

Friday evening in Mobile, klansmen killing time.
Saw young Michael walking by, he would do just fine.
Quiet student, mother's best, pleading for his life.
Strung him up to make a point, sharper than a knife.

Beulah Mae, his mother, stood, people all around
In the courtroom listening, as the truth was found.
From her mouth no curses fell, no profanity.
"I would do to others what I'd have done to me..."

And when I sing Amazing Grace, your face is what I see.
I hope someday that kind of grace will find its way to me.

Thursday afternoon in the car, turned the radio on.
The verdict in Los Angeles, oh what have we done?
Images of violence, yellow, black and white:
Fifty-two dead, millions lost, who can win this fight?

On the screen a face of tears, trembling through and through.
One we've seen so many times beaten on the news.
I could barely hear his words, full of fear and doubt.
"People, we can't live like this, we've got to work this out."

And when I sing Amazing Grace, your face is what I see.
I hope someday that kind of grace will find its way to me.