Her parents never took that young girl to church   Never spoke of his name, never read her his word   Two non-believers walking lost in this world   Took their baby with them, what a sad little girl      Her daddy drank all day, and mommy did drugs   Never wanted to play, or give kisses and hugs   She's watch the TV and sit there on the couch   While her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out      And the drinking, and the fighting   Just got worse everynight   Behind their couch, she'd be hiding   Oh what a sad little life      Just like it always does, the bad just got worse   With every slap and every curse   Until her daddy, in a drunk rage one night   Used a gun on her mom and then took his life      And some people from the city   Took the girl far away   To a new mom, and a new dad   Kisses and hugs everyday      First day of Sunday school, the teacher walked in   And a small little girl stared at a picture of him   She said "I know that man up there on that cross   "I don't know his name but I know he got off      "Cause he was there in my old house   Held me close to his side   As I hid there behind our couch   The night that my parents died"