HE left the splendour of heaven knowing His
destiny
Was the lonely hill of Golgotha
There to lay down His life for me.
If that isn't love,
The ocean is dry
There's no stars in the sky
There's no sparrow can fly
If that isn't love
Then our heaven is a myth
There's no feeling like this
If that isn't love.
Even in dead He remembered
The thief dying by His side
He spoke with love and compassion.
Then He took him to paradise.