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 Oh, 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, 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 guidе you into my arms Into my arms, o Lord Into my arms, o Lord Into my arms, o Lord Into my arms So keep your candles burning And make her journеy 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 Into my arms, o Lord Into my arms, o Lord Into my arms, o Lord.