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
Well, 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, 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
Looking at you, I wonder is that 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