Empty Hands

April 21, 2010

Sorting through some old things I had saved from my high school days, I found a copy I had written of this poem…




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 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.

And at last I comprehended
With my stupid mind and dull,
That God COULD not pour His riches
Into hands already full!

~Martha Shell Nicholson

1 Friendly Note

  • April 23, 2010 @ 10:38 am

    I just love that poem and how true it is! Thanks for commenting on my post, I may move that book to the top of my list since you enjoyed it so much, you make me want to read it right now!

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