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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 candlew 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
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Into My Arms
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