Emptied for His filling

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.

anonymous

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