In The Lord's Arms (Harper Ben)

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