One by one HE took them from me

One by one HE took them from me,

All the things I valued most.

Until I was emptied 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 those empty hands to me.

And I turned my hands toward heaven

And HE filled them with a store

Of HIS own transcended riches

Till they could contain no more.

And at last I comprehended

With my stupid mind and soul,

That God could not pour HIS riches

Into hands already full.

Author unknown

Jim Vaus read this Poem when he spoke about his conversion.