(Written for a friend in Papua New Guinea, who asked me what “true love” looks like.)

To the garden alone the Lord had come

There he knelt to pray to God above

Not my will be done, but thine, said the Son

It was true love.


True love, real love! Love without a limit,

It was love without pride in it!

It was true love.

Upon a hill there stood a rugged tree

And dark as night the heavens were above

Crimson was the stream that flowed for you and me

It was true love.

Mary saw the stone was rolled aside

The grave could not hold the King of Love

Death had lost to life and we serve a risen Christ

It was true love.