Poverty · letra

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