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 curosity 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."
