Into My Arms

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 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 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 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 Into my arms, o Lord Into my arms, o Lord Into my arms, o Lord Into my arms