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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."
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