The Fullness of Nothing
God pours his riches into empty hands.
I gave them to God, all the things I valued so,
Until I stood there empty-handed, with head hanging low.
And I walked earth’s lonely highways in my rags and poverty;
Till I heard his voice calling, “Lift your empty hands to me.”
Empty hands I then lifted and God filled them with a store
Of his own transcendent riches till my hands could hold no more.
And at last I comprehended with my mind so slow and dull,
That God could not pour his riches into hands already full.
PRAYER: Teach me to treasure your lasting love, dear God, and not the conditional guarantees of this world. Forgive me for misplaced priorities, and take from my life, I beg you, that which is keeping me from a deeper understanding of your grace and holding me back from loving others unselfishly. Fill me up, with your gracious generosity, your enduring strength, your good desires, your confident hope, and make me truly fulfilled. Amen.