Poverty

In Haiti, a lady is climbing the mountains
Young men are singing on her left and right
She’s taking the Word to remote congregations
Sixty-five years she’s been taking the light
In Haiti, a pastor is walking the jungle
He’s wearing a cast-off American shirt
He’ll have his reward when his struggle is over
He brings hope to the hopeless and comforts the hurt
And you can hear it in their voices
And you can see it on their faces
When life is spilled
The cup is filled
That’s not poverty
No, that’s not poverty
That’s not poverty
No, that’s not poverty
In Haiti, believers have light on their faces
As they march through town to the riverside
They baptize believers in this celebration
Of eternal riches that they have in Christ
And you can hear it in their voices
And you can see it on their faces
When life is spilled
The cup is filled
That’s not poverty
No, that’s not poverty
That’s not poverty
No, that’s not poverty
And you can hear it in their voices
And you can see it on their faces
When life is spilled
The cup is filled
That’s not poverty
No, that’s not poverty
That’s not poverty
No, that’s not poverty
And you can hear it in their voices
And you can see it on their faces
When life is spilled
The cup is filled
That’s not poverty, yeah
That’s not poverty, no, no, no
That’s not poverty
Poverty
No, no, no, that’s not poverty
Poverty
No, no, no, that’s not poverty
Poverty, no
That’s not poverty
Poverty
That’s not poverty
Oh, there’s a lady in Haiti
Poverty
That’s not poverty