Unless the LORD had given me help,
I would soon have dwelt in the silence of death.
When I said, "My foot is slipping,"
your love, O LORD, supported me.
When anxiety was great within me,
your consolation brought joy to my soul. (vs. 17-19)
and my God the rock in whom I take refuge. (vs 22)
-Psalm 94: 17-19, 22
What else can I do in response to that love but give my all to Him?