God's boxes
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 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 outI
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."
We should consider all of our
friends a blessing.
A ball is a circle, No beginning,
no end.
It keeps us together Like our
Circle of Friends
But the treasure inside for you
to
see
is the treasure of friendship
You've granted to me.
Today I pass the friendship ball
to
you.
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