He left the splendor of heaven

Knowing his destiny

Was the lonely hill of golgotha

There to lay down his life for me.

And if that isn't love

Then the ocean is dry

There's no stars in the sky

And the little sparrows can't fly

Yeah 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

Then he spoke of love and compassion

And he took him to paradise.

And if that isn't love

Then the ocean is dry

There's no stars in the sky

And the little sparrows can't fly

Yeah if that isn't love

Then heaven's a myth

There's no feeling like this

If that isn't love it's got to be love.