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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 storeOf His own transcendent riches,Till they could contain no more.And at last I comprehendedWith my stupid mind and dull,That God COULD not pour His richesInto hands already full!