The Two Boxes

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 box,

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,

"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"

He smiled a gentle smile and said,

"My child, they're all here with me."

I asked God, why He gave 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."