INTRO
In all the pictures that I've seen,
Of how angels are supposed to be
There's an aura, a kind of emanating light.
Suggesting perfection that may very well be true,
But they can't hold a halo to you.
Their role as protector is what God made them for,
And I take comfort in knowing they're around.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful or diminish what they do,
But they can't hold a halo to you.
By their very nature they must be heaven sent.
Here to work their miracles, to wonder and to bless.
I pray the Lord forgives me 'cause when you touched me that's when I knew,
That they can't hold a halo to you.
INSTRUMENTAL
I pray the Lord forgives me 'cause when you touched me that's when I knew,
That they can't hold a halo to you.
No, they can't hold a halo to you.