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 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 drinked this wine to him

 With each glass of memory

 He left me 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