Words and music by Ben Harper 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