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