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-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
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-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
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 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