Faith: The Gates of Grace
Max Cobb, Age 11

My weak prayers are not enough to heal
The ancient wounds so deep and so dear
This is the revelation of hatred and fear

What a wicked game to play
To make us feel this way
Are we going to heaven
Or shall we just wait

So keep on pretending
It will be the end of our craving
Keep on pretending
It’s all right

When your passing comes
The game begins
The one we will never win
The only way to heaven

It could be all right
Don’t let us grow cold
We pray to him
But does he listen?

Softly the light shines in
Through the gates of grace
On me and you
Deceiving our restless hearts

Stop being what you believe in
And start being who you are.