“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 [bad word] and confused
 If all of [bad word] 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 [bad word] to [bad word] to Me
 Take up your cross, deny yourself
 Forget your father’s house [bad word]  run with Me
 You were made for abandonment, wholeheartedness
 You were made for someone greater, someone bigger, so follow Me
 And [bad word] alive when you learn to die