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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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Not to touch a hair on your head |
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To leave you as you are |
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And 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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And 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 |
