Treasures

One by one He took them from me,

All the things I valued most.

Until I was empty-handed;

Every glittering toy was lost.

Then I walked earth's highway grieving,

In my rags and poverty;

'Til 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,

'Til they could contain no more.

Then at last I comprehended

With my stupid mind and dull,

That God could not pour out His riches

Into hands already full.

Song by William Cowper