There’s a power in poverty
That breaks principalities
And brings the authorities down to their knees.
There’s a brewing frustration and ageless temptation
To fight for control by some manipulation
The God of the kingdoms and God of the nations
The God of creation sent this revelation
Through the homeless and penniless
And Jesus the Son
The poor will inherit the kingdom to come
And where will we turn when our world falls apart?
And all of the treasures we store in our barns
Can’t buy the kingdom of God?
And 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.
And what will we fear when all that remains
Is God on the throne with a child in his arms
And love in his eyes
And the sound of his heart cry