God's
Boxes
I have in my hands two boxes which God gave
me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the
black box, and all your joys in the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes both
my joys and sorrows I stored.
But though the gold became heavier each day
the black was as light as before.
With curiosity, I opened the black, I wanted
to find out why, and I saw, in the base of
the box, a hole which my sorrows had fallen
out by.
I showed the hole to God, and mused, "I wonder where
my sorrows could be."
He smiled a gentle smile and said, "My
child, they're all here with me."
I asked God, why He gave me the boxes, why
the gold, and the black with the hole?
"My child, the gold is for you to count
your blessings, the black is for you to let go."
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