Like the wings stolen from an angel
Like petals gone from a rose
Like a dove caught in a storm
Tonight he’s in the Lord’s Arms
The wind it blew straight through us
And whispered to me in tongues
I was told I was wrong
Tonight he would be in the Lord’s Arms
Tonight he is in the Lord’s Arms
So I drinked this wine to him
With each glass of memory
He left with his crown of thornes
Tonight he’s in the Lord’s Arms
Tonight he’s in the Lord’s Arms
Tonight he’s in the Lord’s Arms