Like the wings stolen from an angel Like petals gone from a rose Like a dove caught in a storm Tonight he is 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'll drink this wine to him With each glass a memory He left me with his crown of thorns Tonight he is in the Lord's arms Tonight he is in the Lord's arms Tonight he is in the Lord's arms