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.

CHORUS