| I don't believe in an interventionist God
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| But I know, darling, that you do
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| But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him
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| Not to intervene when it came to you
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| Oh, not to touch a hair on your head
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| Leave you as you are
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| If he felt he had to direct you
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| Then direct you into my arms
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| Into my arms, O Lord
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| Into my arms, O Lord
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| Into my arms, O Lord
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| Into my arms
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| And I don't believe in the existence of angels
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| But looking at you I wonder if that's true
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| But if I did I would summon them together
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| And ask them to watch over you
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| To each burn a candle for you
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| To make bright and clear your path
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| And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
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| And guide you into my arms
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| Into my arms, O Lord
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| Into my arms, O Lord
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| Into my arms, O Lord
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| Into my arms
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| But I believe in Love
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| And I know that you do too
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| And I believe in some kind of path
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| That we can walk down, me and you
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| So keep your candles burning
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| And make her journey bright and pure
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| That she will keep returning
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| Always and evermore
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| Into my arms, O Lord
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| Into my arms, O Lord
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| Into my arms, O Lord
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| Into my arms |