I don’t know what brought this to mind this morning, but I decided to share it. I have never heard this song except at the church I attended as a teen when a new family came and sang it. I am not sure who wrote it — looking it up online I saw it quoted without an author several times, attributed to Martha Snell Nicholson a couple of times and a slightly different version of it in a poem by James S. Hewett. But whoever wrote it, it contains a good thought:

Treasures

One by one He took them from me
All the things I valued most;
‘Til 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 stupid mind, and dull,
That God cannot pour His riches
Into hands already full.