With hands held high

“What does love look like is the question I’ve been pondering. What does love look like? What does love look like is the question I’ve been asking of You. I once believed that love was romance, just a chance. I even thought that love was for the lucky and the beautiful. I once believed that love was a momentary bliss but love is more than is. All You ever wanted was my attention, all You ever wanted was love from me, all You ever wanted was my affections and sit here at Your feet. Then tell me, what does love look like…..it’s the question I’ve been pondering. What does love look like if all of life comes down to love. And tell me what does love look like, it’s the question I’ve been pondering. What does love look like? Then I sat down a little frustrated and confused. If all of life comes to down to love, then love has to be more than sentiment, more than selfishness and selfish gain. Then I saw Him there hanging on a tree, looking at me. I saw Him there hanging on a tree, looking at me. He was looking at me, looking at Him, staring through me. And I began to weep and weep. He had arms wide open, a heart exposed. Arms wide open, He was bleeding, bleeding. Arms wide open, a heart exposed. Arms wide open, He was bleeding, bleeding love’s definition, love’s definiton was looking at me, looking at Him, hanging on a tree and I began to weep and weep and weep. This is how I know what love is, this is how I know what love is.” Arms Wide Open by Misty Edwards