Into My Arms

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 Oh, not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are If He felt He had to direct you A

Into my arms I don't believe in aninterventionist 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 Oh, not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are If He felt He had to

My steps, within Three feet, elsewhere They say, don't dare Don't leave that square My will, their will Can move, stand still My part, no heart I must fulfil Like a rising monster All veiled in grey See the walls of dawn They warn you of the day Come