Into My Arms

Well I don't 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 it 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 direct you

Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms

Oh lord,

Into my arms,

Oh lord,

Into my arms,

Oh 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

Oh lord,

Into my arms,

Oh lord,

Into my arms,

Oh 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

That'll keep returning all the ways and ever more

Into my arms

Oh Lord

Into my arms,

Oh lord,

Into my arms,

Oh lord,

Into my arms.