Joe Nichols
Joe Nichols
Joe Nichols
Joe Nichols
Joe Nichols
Joe Nichols
Joe Nichols
Joe Nichols
Joe Nichols
Joe Nichols
Joe Nichols
Joe Nichols
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 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-Ooh
No, they can't hold a halo to you