“Treasures” by Martha Snell =
Nicholson
Nicholson
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,
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,
‘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.
[Love singing =
this to the tune “The Unveiled =
Christ”]
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I =
Love!"