.:: What Good ::.   Lyrics by Mac Powell / Music by Third Day         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