Lirieke: Ben Harper. Burn To Shine. In The Lord's Arms.

Like the wings stolen from an angel
Like petals that go 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 born

Tonight you'll be in the Lord's Arms
Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms

So I drink 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