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 of 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'd 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, darling, you do too

And I believe in some kind of path

We can walk down, me and you

So keep your candles burning

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