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

 

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

 



And 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

 

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

 



And 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 candles 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