Power

Years of charisma and luring talk Have made the sages of the hour But their hold will lie lined in chalk Shot dead by one demonstration of power For silver and gold they had none But such as they had they gave And suddenly a man once owned by another man Was no more a slave Knowledge without experiential benefit Was just but weight and clutter to the head And when the wonder working power hit the street Much of our hunger was fed But people will always forget And treat casually God's Power and Grace Only to wake up to woes and regret And with strong points we plead our case The King of kings is no king like kings These kings must to Him pay homage To whom they owe all their kingdoms and things And under whom they must sit for tutilage. K. Muitherero