Poverty

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 his 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 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