Unconditional
Real love is unconditional.
At the beginning of time he looked down upon me
He knew my heart
My fears, hopes, and dreams
Despite everything he knew I would do
He sent his son to die for me
On that old rugged cross
Beaten and torn, unrecognizable
All for me
Real love is unconditional
Because of his love I have the freedom to live
To live to the fullest
To fulfill my hopes and dreams
Real love is Unconditional
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