One by one God took them from me
All the things I valued most
Till I was empty-handed
Every glittering toy was lost

And I walked earth’s highways grieving
In my rags and poverty
Till I heard His voice inviting
"Lift those empty hands to Me"

So I turned my hands toward heaven
And He filled them with a store
Of His own transcendent riches
Till They could contain no more

And at last I comprehended
With my stupid mind so dull
That God could not pour His riches
Into hands already full!

Author Unknown
Submitted by Chris O'Steen