I did not catch her name I did not catch her tears But they hit me like a train When her story hit my ears Mother of eight sons Father off to war Got no home address Just bricks on a dirt floor And she said, "Jesus is all I need"
Tiny plot of land Corn stored up in piles The years it doesn't rain They just stay hungry for a while With no fatted calf to kill She made a feast of cuy and corn and said Who else knew my name before The day that I was born Jesus is all I need Jesus is all I need
And she bragged about her boys And how they're growing into men And how the learned to praise the Lord Old style Ecuadorian But to buy the new guitar We had to sell the swine See my boys go to school on a foreign angel's dime
This world calls me poor I bore my babies on this floor But He always provides Sure as the sun will rise So I sing Him songs of praise 'Cause I know He keeps me in His gaze
Rain fell from the sky We raced back to the van Tears in the eyes Of this poor forgetful man Mother of eight sons She knows the peace of God Lord, help me learn to lean on Thy staff and Thy rod
Jesus is all I need Jesus is all I need Jesus is all I need Jesus is all I need