Thursday

God's 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,
    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 and said,
    "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." 

3 comments:

  1. Wow, excellent poem!

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  2. I found this poem while browsing around the net and just had to share it.

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  3. That is awesome! Reminds me of 1 Peter: "Cast your care upon the Lord for HE CARES for you." Wonderful! :)

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