~Loving God ~

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
Til 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 and dull
That God could not pour His riches
Into hands already full.

~ANON~