Well, I donât believe in an interventionist God
And I know, darling, that you do
But if I did, I would kneel down and ask him
Not to intervene when he came to you
Oh, not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if he felt he had to touch 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 donât believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if thatâs 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 bread 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,
To make a journey bright and pure
And youâll keep returning, always and evermore
Into my arms, o Lord,
Into my arms, o Lord,
Into my arms, o Lord,
Into my arms