One by one He took them from me,
All the things I valued most;
Until I was empty handed
Every glittering toy was lost.
And I walked earth’s lonely highways
In my rags and poverty;
Till I heard His voice entreating,
“Lift your empty hands to Me.”
Empty hands I lifted heavenward
And He filled them with a store
Of His own transcendent riches
Till my hands could hold no more.
And at last I comprehended,
With my mind so slow and dull,
That God could not pour His riches
Into hands already full.
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