God's Boxes

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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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