INTO MY ARMS

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, 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.
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, oh Lord…

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