In The Lord's Arms — Ben Harper

Like the wingsstolen 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