He left the splendor of heaven, Knowing His destiny, Was the lonely hill of Golgatha, 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 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; There He spoke with love and compassion, Then He took him to paradise. Chorus If that isn't love; 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! Return to the Songbook
Even in death He remembered, The thief hanging by His side; There He spoke with love and compassion, Then He took him to paradise.
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