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
1969 by John T. Benson Co. (ASCAP) (a div. of Brentwood-Benson Music Publishing, Inc.) All rights reserved. Used by permission.