What kind of love, and how much of it could have spurred You to put yourself through those three nails, the 6 hours on the wooden beams. Speechless, wordless, nothing. Nothing could express gratitude enough, nothing but to give You my all, even which, is not enough. Thank you for the cross, thank you for the nail pierced wrists. And now, can I not even do it? Not even for You? The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Not anymore. Not with your strength. For with God all things are possible. Thank You for saving me. What can I say?