Two Boxes

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Two Boxes

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. "

 

We should consider all of our friends a blessing.

 

A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end.

It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends.

But the treasure inside for you to see,

Is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.