ISAIAH 62 PRAYER MINISTRY

I haven’t been truly  moved by a song in a long time. But, as I was cruising through Soundcloud listening to U2, I thought, “Let’s listen to Bloody Sunday.”

Guys. I know that this song was written for the Bogside Massacre in 1972, but it is timeless in asking, “How long, how long must we sing this song?” And I think the rest of the lyrics fit exactly what is and has been happening in Northern Nigeria (or any corrupt and violence-ridden country in general). You can find the specific version I listened to here. The lyrics are powerful in and of themselves:

“I can’t believe the news today
Oh, I can’t close my eyes
And make it go away
How long?
How long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?

…Broken bottles under children’s feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won’t heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

…Sunday, Bloody Sunday, Sunday, Bloody Sunday (alright)

And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart–

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long?

…And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
How long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
‘Cause tonight, we can be as one
Tonight, tonight

…Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
I’ll, wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
I’ll, wipe your blood shot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

the real battle just begun
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday) to claim the victory Jesus won
On

Sunday Bloody Sunday, yeah
Sunday Bloody Sunday.”