Praise the "Lord"

Like the wings stolen from an angel
Like petals gone from a rose
Like a dove caught in a storm

Tonight [s]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 [s]he would be in the Lord's Arms
Tonight [s]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 [s]he's in the Lord's Arms

(In The Lord's Arms, Ben Harper)