He left the splendour of Heaven, knowing His destiny was the lonely hill of Calvary 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 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.Бир Ъшък Доар lyt slạmk Ундран оргилох булаг Ya Allahna Let, prosba naša, k výšinám Nel sangue di Gesù Ей Бютюн Йоргун Оланлар tṣʿd ạ̉mạmnạ 奇妙的创造 llmnthy ạ̉ḥbbtny
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