He came and took her daughter, who was only years old And her to a farm house, where she was scared and cold He brutalized and her, and then took out a knife And before it had begun, he took away her
Her mother and wept; her life had been defiled But she looked at the killer through the eyes of God She chose to see God's
The people wanted vengeance; they wanted that killer "This man not deserve to live. Let his sins be on his head." But the mother thought of Jesus, and how he within the world To execute this maniac not bring back her baby girl
And though she and wept And her life had defiled She looked at the killer the eyes of God And saw God's child
Oh how could she forgive What did she expect to find? Did she not who this was? Had she completely lost her mind? But the grief had brought her madness, and madness her God And the peace that she could find was to walk where Jesus trod
And though she and wept And her whole life had been She looked at the killer through the of God And only saw child
And then she helped the killer's family, and many after that She'd looked within her broken heart, and found where 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 been She looked at the through the eyes of God And only saw God's