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


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


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


Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms