What do you do when love doesn't look like you think?
When the discipline becomes too hard
When then pain too much
The exile long enough
And coveted freedom too long in the coming?
You cling to the promises and hold on to the hope
As the enemy invades and your life is stolen away
You protect the truth in your heart
The truth that God is God, he is sovereign still,
he hears the cries of his people and his promises will be kept whole
Because love--real love that doesn't feed the idols of our heart
and tell us what we want to hear--
real love Isn't all warm and fuzzy or comfortable beds
The truth is that love hurts and it often is born of fire
Fire that burns away the ugliness of our souls
Reveals who we are and
Who lives is in our hearts
Removes the golden glint of fake gold
And replaces it with real gold that lasts forever
Real love sometimes takes away what we want
so we can see what we really need --
God, only God
who was always there--waiting with arms open wide
God IS love and
one day we will see his love as it really is
when the world's lies will no longer hide it
And we will no longer be distracted by what we think love should look like.
How priceless is your unfailing love, O God! People take refuge in the shadow of your wings.