Treasures
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,
Till 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 Snell Nicholson
John 15:2, Psalm 51:17, Isaiah 64:6, Philippians 4:19
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Such beautiful, true words written so eloquently. I loved this. Bless you bro
Hi Steph,
Soli Deo Gloria!
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God bless,
Andy
Thank you for the link to Margaret’s poetry
Particularly the one called Guests is so amazing. I have a dear old sister who is extremely sore in her body – battling with failing, broken lungs. She is 86 now and so longs to go Home. She too knows that the Lord is right there inside her along with Pain too. I shall print her out this poem along with Guests as I know she will love them both.
The sweet tenderness of the Lord is beyond our grasp at times. It takes His incredible reach to show us what we are to Him and how nothing, absolutely nothing is ever wasted that He leads us through. His glory is all that matters.
Bless you dear Andy
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