He came and her daughter, who was only seven years old And took her to a farm house, where she was scared and He brutalized and hurt her, and took out a knife And before it had begun, he took away her
Her mother and wept; her life had been defiled But when she looked at the through the eyes of God She to see God's 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 the world To execute this maniac not bring back her baby girl
And she moaned and wept And her life had been She looked at the killer through the of God And only saw child
Oh how she forgive him? What did she expect to find? Did she not realise who this was? Had she lost her mind? But the grief had brought her madness, and brought her God And the only peace that she could find was to walk where trod
And she moaned 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 people that She'd looked within her broken heart, and where love 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 though she moaned and And her had been defiled She looked at the killer the eyes of God And saw God's child