He came and took her daughter, who was seven years old And took her to a farm house, where she was and cold He brutalized and hurt her, and took out a knife And before it had begun, he away her life
Her mother moaned and wept; her had been defiled But when she looked at the killer the eyes of God She chose to see God's
The people wanted 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 defiled She looked at the killer through the of God And saw God's child
Oh how could she him? What did she expect to find? Did she not realise who was? Had she completely 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 moaned and And her whole had been defiled She at the killer through the eyes of God And only saw God's
And then she helped the killer's family, and people after that She'd looked within her broken heart, and where love was at So all you begrudging people, I'm you so you know Take a from Marrietta's book, and let those grudges go
For though she and wept And her life had defiled She looked at the killer through the of God And saw God's child