Can't Hold a Halo to You

In all the pictures that I've seen of how angels are supposed to be

There's an aura, kind of emanating light

Suggesting perfection that may very well be true

They can't hold a halo to youTheir role as protector is what God made 'em 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 youBy their very nature they must be Heaven sent

Here to work their miracles, to wonder and to bless

I pray the Lord, "Forgive me" 'cause when you touched me

That's when I knew that they can't hold a halo to youI pray the Lord, "Forgive 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