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| Article Time Stamp: 06 March 2001, 16:33:22 GMT+7 | |
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 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."