Did not catch her name    Did not catch her tears    It 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    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 a feast of cuy and corn    She 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 growin' into men    How they learned to praise the Lord    Old Style Ecuadorian    To buy the new guitar    They had to sell the swine    Said, "My boys go 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    'Cause I know He'll keep me in His gaze."       Rain poured from the sky    We raced back to the van    There were 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