He left the splendor of heaven
Knowing His des-tiny
Was the lonely hill of Golgotha
There to lay down His life for me
If that isn't love then the ocean is dry
There's 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 para-dise