He and took her daughter, who was only seven years old And took her to a farm house, where she was scared and He and hurt her, and then took out a knife And before it had begun, he took away her
Her mother moaned and wept; her life had been But when she looked at the 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 this maniac would not bring back her baby girl
And though she and wept And her life had been She looked at the killer through the of God And saw God's child
Oh how could she forgive him? What did she expect to Did she not realise who this was? Had she 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 life had been defiled She looked at the killer through the of God And only saw God's
And then she helped the family, and many people after that She'd looked within her broken heart, and found where was at So all you begrudging people, I'm telling you so you Take a leaf Marrietta's book, and let those grudges go
For she moaned and wept And her life had defiled She looked at the killer through the of God And saw God's child