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 you Their 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 you By 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 you I 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