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 protectro 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

By their very nature they must be heaven sent
Here to work their miracle, 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

No, they can't hold a halo to you