Tono: C
Introducción:
G C
did not catch her name,
D
did not catch her tears.
Em
it hit me like a train
G
when her story hit my ears.
C
mother of eight sons,
D
father off to war,
Em
got no home address -
D
just bricks on a dirt floor.
C G
she said, "Jesus is all I need."
C
tiny plot of land,
D
corn stored up in piles.
Em
years it doesn't rain...
G
they just stay hungry for a while.
C
no fatted calf to kill,
D
she made a feast of cuy and corn.
Em
she said, "who else knew my name
G
before the day that i was born?
C G
Jesus is all i need
Am7 C G
Jesus is all i need."
C
she bragged about her boys -
D
how they're growin' into men,
Em
how they learned to praise the Lord,
G
old style ecuadorian.
C
to buy the new guitar
D
she had to sell the swine.
Em G
said, "my boys go to school on a foreign angel's dime.
D G
this world calls me poor,
D G
i bore my babies on this floor.
D G
He always provides
C
sure as the sun will rise.
A Em
so i'll sing Him songs of praise
A C
'cause i know He'll keep me in His gaze."
G A Em)
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C
rain poured from the sky,
D
we raced back to the van.
Em
there were tears in the eyes
G
of this poor, forgetful man.
C
mother of eight sons,
D
she knows the peace of God.
Em
Lord, help me learn to lean
G
on Thy staff and Thy rod.
C G
Jesus is all I need,
Am7 C G
Jesus is all I need.