There's a power in poverty that breaks principalities
Brings the authorities down to their knees
There's a brewing frustration and ageless temptation
Fight for control by some manipulation
But the God of the kingdoms and God of the nations
The God of creation sends this revelation
Through the homeless and penniless 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've stored 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
