One by one God took them from me
All the things I valued most;
Until I was empty-handed,
Every glittering toy was lost.
As I walked along earth’s highways,
Grieving, in my rags and poverty.
Then I heard His voice inviting,
“Lift those empty hands to Me!”
Then I turned my hands to heaven,
And He filled me with His riches,
Until they’d contain no more.
And at last I comprehended
With my stupid mind, and dull,
That God cannot pour His riches
Into hands already full.