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

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, yeah

That's not poverty, no, no, no

That's not poverty

Poverty

No, no, no, that's not poverty

Poverty

No, no, no, that's not poverty

Poverty, no

That's not poverty

Poverty

That's not poverty

Oh, there's a lady in Haiti

Poverty

That's not poverty