Treasures

Treasures
Martha Snell Nicholson


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 walk earth's highway, grieving,
In my rags and poverty,
Till I heard His voice inviting,
"Lift your empty hands for 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!

-Living Above The Level of Mediocrity (p.160