Full Hands 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, 'Til 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.