Into My Arms

 When I came, 

why was there no one?

 When I called, 

why was there no one to answer? 

Was my arm too short to deliver you? 

Do I lack the strength to rescue you?

 By a mere rebuke I dry up the sea, 

 I turn rivers into a desert; 

their fish rot for lack of water 

and die of thirst.

~  Isaiah 50

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
To leave you as you are
And 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
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

And 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 candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord...