I have in my hands two boxes
Which God gave me to hold
He said, "Put all your sorrows
in
the black, And all your joys
in
the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the
two boxes Both my joys and
sorrows I store.
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 aloud, "I wonder where
my
sorrows could be."
He smiled a gentle smile at me.
"My child, they're all here
with me.
" I asked, "God, why give 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. Send this
to a
friend today just to let them
know that you are thinking of
them.
