Poetry....

One by one He took them from me
All the things I value most;
Till I was empty-handed
Every glittering toy was lost.
And I walked earth's highways, grieving,
In my rags and poverty
Until I heard His voice inviting,
"Lift those empty hands to Me!"

Then 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 mind, stupid and dull
That God cannot pour His riches
Into hands already full.

(unknown author)