One by one He took them from me
All the things I valued most
'til I was empty handed,
Every glittering toy was lost.
And I walked earth's highways, grieving,
in my rags and poverty.
Until I heard His voice inviting,
"Lift those empty hands to me!"
Then I turned my hands toward heaven,
and He filled them with a store
of His own transcendant riches,
'til they could contain no more.
And at last I comprehended
with my stupid mind, and dull,
That God cannot pour His riches
Into hands already full.
- Author unknown
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