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
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
"I wonder where my sorrows could be." He smiled
me. "My child, they're all here with me."
I asked, "God, why give me the
Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"
the gold is for you to count your
blessings, and the black is
for you to let go."