All I Need Did Not Catch Her Name

[G]did not catch her n[C]ame,
did not catch her t[D]ears.
it hit me like a t[Em]rain
when her story hit my [G]ears.
mother of eight s[C]ons,
father off to wa[D]r,
got no home addr[Em]ess –
just bricks on a dirt flo[D]or.
she said, "J[C]esus is all I ne[G]ed."

tiny plot of l[C]and,
corn stored up in p[D]iles.
years it doesn't r[Em]ain...
they just stay hungry for a wh[G]ile.
no fatted calf to k[C]ill,
she made a feast of cuy and c[D]orn.
she said, "who else knew my [Em]name
before the day that i was b[G]orn?
Je[C]sus is all i ne[G]ed
J[Am7]esus is [C]all i n[G]eed."

she bragged about her bo[C]ys –
how they're growin' into m[D]en,
how they learned to praise the L[Em]ord,
old style ecuadori[G]an.
to buy the new guita[C]r
she had to sell the sw[D]ine.
said, "my boys go to sch[Em]ool on a foreign angel's d[G]ime.

[D]this world calls me po[G]or,
i bore my b[D]abies on this flo[G]or.
[D]He always provi[G]des
sure as the s[C]un will rise.
so i'll s[A]ing Him songs of pr[Em]aise
'cause i k[A]now He'll keep me in His ga[C]ze."

[G]      [A]    [Em]
[A]    [Em]    [A]

rain poured from the s[C]ky,
we raced back to the v[D]an.
there were tears in the e[Em]yes
of this poor, forgetful m[G]an.
mother of eight s[C]ons,
she knows the peace of G[D]od.
Lord, help me learn to le[Em]an
on Thy staff and Thy r[G]od.
[C]Jesus is all I ne[G]ed,
[Am7]Jesus is a[C]ll I n[G]eed.