Remains

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
The God of the Kindoms and God of the nations
The God of creation sends this revelation
To 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 Kindoms of God
Who will we praise when we praised all our lives, men who build kingdoms and men who build fame
Heaven does not know their names
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

~Jason Upton