He left the splendor of heaven, knowing His destiny
T’was the lonely hill of Golgotha, where He lay down
His life for me
Chorus:
If that isn’t love the ocean is dry
There’s no star in the sky
And the sparrow can’t fly
If that isn’t love then heaven amyth
There’s no feeling like this
If God isn’t love
Even in death He remembered, the thief hanging by
His side, He spoke with love and compassionThen He took him to Paradise
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