What Does Love Look Like?

DAY 32 -- Beauty Challenge

Tuesday, January 25th

My roomie has been listening to a song called Arms Open Wide by Misty Edwards for quite some time now, and it just hit me today. I liked the song, but truth in it and the honest words attacked my heart earlier today.

It's beautiful. Our God, Maker of the Heavens and Earth, Perfect Father and Master, Gentle Guider and LORD, is beautiful. I want that to be my constant thought. God, may your beauty, your mystery and compassion make its home in me. My mind, my heart, my strength. Devoted to you.


“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 this.

All You ever wanted was my attention.
All You ever wanted was love from me.
All You ever wanted was my affections, to sit here at Your feet.
Then I sat down, a little frustrated and confused.
If all of life comes down to love,
Then love has to be more than sentiment.
More than selfishness and selfish gain.

And 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.

I could not escape those beautiful eyes,
And I began to weep and weep.
He had arms wide open, a heart exposed
Arms wide open; He was bleeding, bleeding.
Love’s definition, love’s definition was looking at me,
Looking at Him, hanging on a tree.

I began to weep and weep and weep and weep.
This is how I know what love is, this is how I know what love is.
And as I sat there weeping, crying,
Those beautiful eyes, full of desire and love,
He said to me, “You shall love Me, You shall love Me.
You shall love Me, You shall love Me”.

With arms wide open, a heart exposed,
With arms wide open, bleeding, sometimes bleeding.
If anybody’s looking for love in all the wrong places,
If you’ve been searching for love, come to Me, come to Me.

Take up your cross, deny yourself,
Forget your father’s house and run, run with Me.
You were made for abandonment, wholeheartedness.
You were made for someone greater, someone bigger, so follow Me.
And You’ll come alive when you learn to die.