Poverty - First Call

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