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
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