Saturday, January 1, 2011

Lift your empty hands to HIM


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

This was Martha's poem. Martha was wrong about one thing: It is NOT GOD who takes things from us. However, it IS GOD who heals, delivers and restores what has been lost--when we lift our hands to HIM. I am believing for that in my life and for you as well. Happy New Year and God Bless you all.

1 comment:

  1. A beautiful poem! Only when we avoid worldly distractions and stop being materialistic, we experience true happiness and healing touch of God.

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