I don't believe in an interventionist god
but I know darlin' 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,
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 is that 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.
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 candles burning
and make a journey bright and pure.
That you will keep returning,
always and evermore.
Into my arms, O Lord. Into my arms, O Lord.
Into my arms, O Lord. Into my arms.