I used to think that Jesus
Was a figment of some imagination
I used to think that He
Possibly could have lived, mmm...
But I never cared how He died
Or understood why
I thought it didn't matter anyway
Mmm, what kind of love is this?
Is this?
What kind of love is this?
Is this?
That a man could give His life
On a wooden cross
He gave His life to His friends
What kind of love
Now I know that Jesus
Had a plan before He came here
He came from beyond
The stars out in space, in space
To a world that was bound up
With the chains of darkness
He spilled His blood to set us free
What kind of love is this?
Is this?
What kind of love is this?
Is this?
That a man could give His life
On a wooden cross
He gave His life to His friends
What kind of love
Was a figment of some imagination
I used to think that He
Possibly could have lived, mmm...
But I never cared how He died
Or understood why
I thought it didn't matter anyway
Mmm, what kind of love is this?
Is this?
What kind of love is this?
Is this?
That a man could give His life
On a wooden cross
He gave His life to His friends
What kind of love
Now I know that Jesus
Had a plan before He came here
He came from beyond
The stars out in space, in space
To a world that was bound up
With the chains of darkness
He spilled His blood to set us free
What kind of love is this?
Is this?
What kind of love is this?
Is this?
That a man could give His life
On a wooden cross
He gave His life to His friends
What kind of love
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