Poverty

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 the God of the kingdoms and the God of the nations
 The God of creations 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 cries