Return to the Father

Man on the billboard selling a dream, Big front gate and a limousine. Says there's a number that can make me whole, But who puts a price on a quiet soul? A paid-up bill is a welcome sight, Still can't rock resentment to sleep at night. B-U-K-U money can't buy me peace, Can't tell an old grudge when to release. Gold in a pocket, worry in a chair, Lord, help me notice what I'm carrying there. Let me do good with the things You give, Leave a little room for the life I live. A thankful heart and a love that's free, B-U-K-U money can't buy me peace. Keep food on the table, keep the children warm, Help a neighbor weather a storm. There's good in a dollar when it lends a hand, There's more to a person than the things they command. If I'm buying applause from a passing crowd, Even a mansion can get too loud. B-U-K-U money can't buy me peace, Can't tell an old grudge when to release. Gold in a pocket, worry in a chair, Lord, help me notice what I'm carrying there. Let me do good with the things You give, Leave a little room for the life I live. A thankful heart and a love that's free, B-U-K-U money can't buy me peace. When enough keeps moving farther down the line, I can stop and see this little day of mine. Pay what I owe, make right what I can, Sit down in the stillness with an open hand. B-U-K-U money can't buy me peace, Can't tell an old grudge when to release. Gold in a pocket, worry in a chair, Lord, help me notice what I'm carrying there. Let me do good with the things You give, Leave a little room for the life I live. A thankful heart and a love that's free, B-U-K-U money can't buy me peace. The porch light's shining, let the evening be. And all is well, right here with me.