Saturday, September 12, 2009

Hands already full

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,
Till 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.


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