Sanctuary of Power

🎵 Sanctuary of Power — Song Lyrics

by George Kariuki Njamwitha)

There's a chapel behind every gate...

And the silence... it prays louder than voices ever will.

There’s a chapel behind the gate,

Where power bends and silence waits.

An altar made of ballot flame—

A cross, a crown, a hidden name.

Oh, sacred walls and sovereign grace,

But justice wears a masked-up face.

Is prayer a right or just a rule

When the state becomes the sabbath school?

The scrolls say none shall wear the creed,

Where justice walks, and laws must lead.

But incense clouds the boundary line,

Devotion dressed in grand design.

(Spoken:)

They say no silver bought the stone—

“No tax, no fault, it stands alone.”

But marble hears what boots have passed,

It holds the truth they dare not cast.

Oh, sacred walls and sovereign grace,

But justice wears a masked-up face.

When scripture stands at civic doors,

Can faith still rise, or is it war?

A sermon echoes down the halls…

The temple knocks where justice stalls…

And ballots bow where candles burn—

How soon we pray, how slow we learn.

Beneath the dome, the faithful kneel,

While laws and creeds begin to blur.

The line grows thin, the silence thick—

When sacred tongues serve politics.

Whose sermon sings inside these walls...

Whose kingdom rises when conscience falls...