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 store.

But though the gold became heavier each day The black was as light as


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.

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, and that they are a joy in your life.