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