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, believe you as you are If he felt he had to direct you, then direct you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord 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 Well, 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 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 Make a journey bright and pure That you'll keep returning Always and evermore Into my arms, O Lord