INTRO In all the pictures that I've seen, Of how angels are supposed to be There's an aura, a kind of emanating light. Suggesting perfection that may very well be true, But they can't hold a halo to you. Their role as protector is what God made them for, And I take comfort in knowing they're around. I don't mean to sound ungrateful or diminish what they do, But they can't hold a halo to you. By their very nature they must be heaven sent. Here to work their miracles, to wonder and to bless. I pray the Lord forgives me 'cause when you touched me that's when I knew, That they can't hold a halo to you. INSTRUMENTAL I pray the Lord forgives me 'cause when you touched me that's when I knew, That they can't hold a halo to you. No, they can't hold a halo to you.