He left the splendor of heaven, Knowing His destiny Was the lonely hill of Golgotha, There to lay down His life for me.
Chorus: If that isn't love the ocean is dry, There're no stars in the sky And the sparrow can't fly! If that isn't love then heaven's a myth, There's no feeling like this, If that isn't love.
Even in death He remembered The thief hanging by His side; He spoke with love and compassion Then He took him to Paradise.
