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 away her
Her moaned and wept; her life had been defiled But when she looked at the killer through the of God She chose to see child
The people wanted they wanted that killer dead "This man not deserve to live. Let his sins be on his head." But the thought of Jesus, and how he lived within the world To execute this maniac would not back her baby girl
And though she and wept And her life had defiled She at the killer through the eyes of God And only saw child
Oh how could she forgive him? 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 was to walk where Jesus trod
And she moaned and wept 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 many people 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 leaf from Marrietta's book, and let those go
For she moaned and wept And her life had defiled She looked at the killer the eyes of God And only saw child