He Left The Splendor Of Heaven,
Knowing His Destiny.
Was A Lonely Hill Of Golgotha,
Where He Laid Down His Life For Me.
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 Heavens’ A Myth.
There’s No Feeling Like Death, If That Isn’t Love.
Even In Death He Remembered,
The Thief Hanging There By His Side.
He Spoke With Love And Compassion,
Then He Took Him To Paradise.
Thanks, Fred, for posting the lyrics. It always enhances understanding and appreciation to see it spelled out.
He Left The Splendor Of Heaven,
Knowing His Destiny.
Was A Lonely Hill Of Golgotha,
Where He Laid Down His Life For Me.
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 Heavens’ A Myth.
There’s No Feeling Like Death, If That Isn’t Love.
Even In Death He Remembered,
The Thief Hanging There By His Side.
He Spoke With Love And Compassion,
Then He Took Him To Paradise.
Thanks, Fred, for posting the lyrics. It always enhances understanding and appreciation to see it spelled out.
Beautiful.
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