How should I thank the Lord,
Who loved us so much that He sent His only Son from the throne in Heaven,
To the scourging, beating, and humiliation of His own people
Lash after lash upon His back, cracking and aching as others mocked?

Thirsty, hungry, tired, feeling alone,
Gushing blood from the pounding of long, rusty iron nails upon a splintered wooden cross,
One in each hand,
One in each foot,

As the sun beat His Holiest face,
And the birds loomed overhead,
As the sweat and blood solution on His thinning form
Dropped in pools on the ground.

With only pure love in His eyes and His voice,
Clean, Righteous, Holy, Deserving, offering His own life and every possession and good thing,
With only our best interests in mind,
As sinners listened to His Wisdom, they pounded the nails in all the deeper.

As the scathing heat, imprisonment, torment,
Even locked in a prison before carrying His own cross to die upon,
Denied before His own friends, His brothers and sisters,
He cried "I thirst" from the cross,
Tired, aching, hurting, agonizing.

And despite all,
Despite all He had endured,
His words were,
"Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do."

How should I thank the Lord
Who has done all those things?
There will never be enough.
Lord, forgive me, for I am a fool.

Your forgiveness, salvation, and love are so precious, and how could I ever comprehend them or explain them?
Lord Jesus Christ, I love You and thank You,
Though that could never be enough.