I love this touchingly beautiful song, that I only recently found on a Manhattan Gazelle Juke Box in a rural drinking-hole frequented by farmers and their minions...
My own personal philosophy is that we really don't have to be believers to show other beings and spirits our grace, our mercy and love... We ought not to deny others the value of their faith, but neither can they deny us our choice not to believe.
There is room enough for all of us in the world...
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you...
Here are the lyrics...
"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
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
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
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
But 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 candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore"
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms...
Have faith in your own goodness, have love to surround you.
Have a fab Friday, mes bloggy Manets!
Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Did I catch you in my warm embrace? J'espere...
