Max Lucado made me cry

and laugh and rejoice as I read his book, "He Chose the Nails."  One of the first things to get to me was a poem in the first chapter, and I will just quote the last stanza:

Why give a flower fragrance? Why give food its taste? 

                            Could it be

                         he loves to see

                            the look upon your face?

The book goes on to describe how the way Jesus died was much more than just the minimum required.  I still have a while before I finish reading it. I had only ever read one children's book he wrote.  I can see now Mr. Lucado is a force for good when it comes to grownup books too.