Two Boxes
I have in my hands two boxes Which Yashua
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.
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 Yashua, 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 Him, "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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