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