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  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 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, O Lord  Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms    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 candlew 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  Into my arms, O Lord  Into my arms