Two Boxes

I have in my hand 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 two boxes

Both my joys and sorrows I stored.

But thought 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 black with the hole?

`My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings.

The black is for you to let go.'

This Article was first published in the Spring 2006 edition of Ramsden Bellhouse Baptist Church Review