In The Lord's Arms

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