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| MsCwick |
Posted - Jan 06 2007 : 3:19:45 PM
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 would store
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 at me.
"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."
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| Miss Bee Haven |
Posted - Jan 08 2007 : 12:29:08 PM
Thanks for that. I need that perspective today.
"If you think you've got it nailed down, then what's all that around it?" - 'Brother Dave' Gardner |
| Nance in France |
Posted - Jan 08 2007 : 08:48:05 AM
SO much truth in this little poem. Thanks for sharing it, Cristine. Nance |
| Forrester Farm |
Posted - Jan 07 2007 : 7:50:16 PM
Thanks for sharing!
Ann
http://annforrester.tohe.com |
| mommom |
Posted - Jan 07 2007 : 6:59:59 PM
AMEN! Susan |
| Nancy Gartenman |
Posted - Jan 06 2007 : 3:25:00 PM
VERY PRETTY!!
NANCY JO
www.Nancy-Jo.blogspot.com |
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