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
In my rags of 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
Till my hands 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.
– F. J. Wiens (quoted in Gaining Through Losing, Christenson, Evelyn)