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 highways, grieving,
In my rage and poverty,
Till I heard His voice inviting, ”
Lift your empty hands to me.”
So I held my hands toward Heaven
And He filled them with a store
Of His own transcendent riches
Until they could hold no more.
And at last I comprehended,
With my stupid mind and dull,
That God could not pour His riches
Into hands already full!
-Martha Snell Nicholson
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I love MSN’s poetry. In high school we had to memorize a few of her pieces, and they were always wonderful. I don’t believe I’ve ever read this one, though. Thanks for sharing