He left the splendour 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’s no stars in the sky
And the sparrow cannot fly!
If that isn’t love
Then heaven is 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
