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

But God of the kingdoms
And God of the nations
God of creation sends this revelation
Through 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 things
But heaven does not know their name

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's cry