I don't believe in an
interventionist God
But I know, darling,
that you do
But if I did
I would kneel
down and ask him
Not to intervene when
it came to you
Well not to touch a hair
on your head
To leave you as
you are
And if He felt
He had to direct you
Then direct you into
my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
I don't believe in
the existence of angels
But looking at you
I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would
summon them together
And ask them to watch
over you
Well to each burn
a candle for you
To make bright
and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ,
in grace and love
And guide you into
my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
But I believe in Love
And I know that you
do too
And I believe in
some kind of path
That we can walk down,
me and you
So keep your
candle burning
And make her journey
bright and pure
That she will
keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms