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