One by one God 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 rags and poverty.
Till I heard his voice inviting
"Lift your empty hands to me!"
So I raised my hands toward heaven
And he filled them with a store,
From his own transcedant riches,
Till they could contian no more.
And at last I comprehended,
In my stuid mind, and dumb,
That God could not pour out his riches
Into hands already full! (Source)
