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