He will come like a thief in the night
He crept into my heart
As a thief,
Come in the darkest of nights.
He came to take from me
What I had made mine.
I writhed in pain
As He ripped it from
My clutching, needy hands.
First this, then that.
Then one day I stopped clinging
And too began to help in the clearing.
"Here take this,” said I, “and that.”
Placing more and more within His hands.
I just couldn't give it to Him quick enough!
Until I had given Him everything,
And then one day I looked around my emptied house
and saw I had given Him nothing.
Nothing of value.
And in its place,
Blessed is the thief, who comes in the night.