For this one, the song tells the story. The mother of Los Hermanos told us her story while we were all standing up in her little dirt floor cinderblock house. She began and ended her speech by saying that above all else, she was most thankful for knowing God. Not His blessings, or what God had done for her family, but God himself. In His presence, and in the assurance of His love, she found peace. That affected all of us… Her sons play Ecuadorian folk music, so it seemed appropriate to write a simple folk song about her.