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 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's in the Lord's Arms
Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms
Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms