He and took her daughter, who was only seven years old And took her to a house, where she was scared and cold He brutalized and her, and then took out a knife And before it had begun, he away her life
Her mother moaned and wept; her life had been But when she looked at the killer through the of God She to see God's child
The wanted vengeance; 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 within the world To execute this maniac not bring back her baby girl
And though she and wept And her had been defiled She looked at the killer the eyes of God And only saw child
Oh how could she him? 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 only peace that she could find was to walk where trod
And though she and wept And her life had been defiled She looked at the killer the eyes of God And only saw child
And then she helped the killer's family, and many people 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 from Marrietta's book, and let grudges go
For she moaned and wept And her had been defiled She at the killer through the eyes of God And saw God's child