Pat Barrett - My Father's Business Lyrics

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The knuckles on these hands are swollen now, stiffened by a few decades of gripping the steering wheel, the shovel, and occasionally, the edge of a pew when the world felt too heavy to stand upright. I spent a long time thinking that serving the Lord meant checking boxes or keeping the rhythm steady. But sitting here in the quiet, listening to Pat Barrett sing about "show business," it feels like a cold glass of water on a feverish head.

There is a line in this song—“For the times we called it praise, but it was show business”—that sits in my gut like a stone. It’s easy to get lost in the noise when you’re younger. You think the volume, the lights, the sheer force of your own enthusiasm is what He’s after. But I’ve sat in hospital rooms where the machines are the only things making a sound, and I’ve stood at gravesides where the wind is the only choir. In those moments, "show business" doesn't just feel empty; it feels like an insult to the One who endured the cross. If your faith can’t survive the silence, then what exactly were you singing about?

Scripture tells us in Matthew 7 that many will say to Him, "Lord, Lord," and yet He will say, "I never knew you." That’s the terror of it, isn't it? To spend a lifetime crafting a performance for the gallery while the Father sits in the wings, waiting for a heart that actually belongs to Him.

Barrett’s prayer to “purify our hearts to do our Father’s business” hits on something that isn't as grand as we usually like to pretend. We think the Father’s business is building empires or hosting events, but usually, it’s just the quiet, unglamorous work of dying to yourself. It’s forgiving the person who wounded you when no one is watching. It’s choosing to be faithful in the mundane.

My old hymnals have notes scrawled in the margins, ink faded to gray, documenting prayers from thirty years ago. Some of them were foolish, some were desperate, and many were probably just "show business." Yet, He stayed. He kept leading me back, just like the lyrics ask.

There is a weight to the request to “fan the flames of holiness.” Holiness isn't a comfortable fire. It burns. It consumes the things we use to prop up our ego. I wonder, as I listen, if I have enough life left in me to truly be purified, or if I’m just too set in my ways. The song doesn't promise a tidy ending or an easy path; it just asks to be brought back to the center. And maybe, at this stage, that’s the only prayer that holds any water. The rest is just noise.