I did not catch her name
I did not catch her tears
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
She said, "Jesus is all I need"

Tiny plot of land
Corn stored up in piles
Years it doesn't rain
They just stay hungry for a while
No fatted calf to kill
She made her feast of cuy and corn
Said, "Who else knew my name
Before the day that I was born'
Jesus is all I need
Jesus is all I need"

She bragged about her boys
How they're growing into men
How they learned to praise the Lord
Old-style Ecuadorian
To buy the new guitar
She had to sell the swine
Said, "My boy's goin' to school
On a foreign angel's dime
This world calls me poor
I bore my babies on this floor
He always provides
Sure as the sun will rise
So I'll sing Him songs of praise
I know He keeps me in His gaze

Rain poured from the sky
As 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