Lyrics by Mac Powell / Music by Third Day



From the recording: Time, Track #7.



Rich young man, you think you can

Make it through the world on the things you've got

I'll tell you, I know it's true

You can't get to heaven on things you've bought

They're going to leave you

They're going to fade away



What good is it a man

to gain the whole world

And forfeit his soul

What good is it a man

To gain the whole world

And forfeit his soul



Poor old soul, he got more

Than the kings of a thousand countries

What he owns ain't silver or gold

This boy is bound for glory



He's going to leave us

He's going to fly away