(Words & music by Dottie Rambo)
He left the splendor of heaven,
Knowing His destiny
Was the lonely hill of Golgotha,
There to lay down His life for me.

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;
Then he spoke of love and compassion
Then He took him to paradise.

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.