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
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
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 candlew burning | And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning | Always and evermore
And I believe in some kind of path | That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew 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
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