There's a power in poverty that breaks principalities And brings the authority's down to their knees There's a brewing frustration and ageless temptation To fight for control by some manipulation
But the God of the Kingdoms and the God of the Nations The God of creation sends this revelation Thru the homeless and penniless Jesus the son The poor will inherit the Kingdom to come
Where will we turn when our world falls apart, And all of the treasures we've stored in our barns Can't buy the Kingdom of God? Who will we praise when we've praised all our lives Men who build Kingdoms and men who build fame But heaven does not know their names? What will we fear when all that remains Is God on His throne, with a child in his arms, and love in his eyes And the sound of his heart cries?
