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.