He came and took her daughter, who was seven years old And took her to a farm house, where she was and cold He and hurt her, and then took out a knife And before it had begun, he took away her
Her moaned and wept; her life had been defiled But when she at the killer through the eyes of God She chose to see God's
The people vengeance; they wanted that killer dead "This man does not to live. Let his sins be on his head." But the mother thought of Jesus, and how he lived the world To execute maniac would not bring back her baby girl
And she moaned and wept And her life had been She at the killer through the eyes of God And saw God's child
Oh how could she him? What did she expect to find? Did she not realise who this was? Had she lost her mind? But the grief had her madness, and madness brought her God And the only peace that she find was to walk where Jesus trod
And though she and wept And her life had been defiled She looked at the killer through the of God And only saw child
And she helped the killer's family, and many people after that She'd looked within her heart, and found where love was at So all you begrudging people, I'm you so you know Take a leaf Marrietta's book, and let those grudges go
For though she and wept And her had been defiled She looked at the killer through the of God And only saw God's