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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."
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