Into My Arms (simple edit)

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

Oh, not to touch a hair on your head

Leave you as you are

If you felt he had to direct you, 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

Or 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

And make her journey bright and pure, That she'll keep returning always, evermore.

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

Into my arms, O Lord, Into my arms.