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,
>> >> >> 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
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."