He and took her daughter, who was only seven years old And took her to a farm house, where she was and cold He brutalized and her, and then took out a knife And before it had begun, he took her life
Her mother and wept; her life had been defiled But when she looked at the killer through the of God She to see God's child
The people vengeance; they wanted that killer dead "This man does not deserve to live. Let his be on his head." But the mother thought of Jesus, and how he lived the world To execute this maniac would not bring back her 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 him? What 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 brought her God And the only peace that she could find was to 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 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 though she and wept And her life had defiled She looked at the killer the eyes of God And saw God's child