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."
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.
"Held up so high on such a breakable thread..."
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Written October 1st, 2004
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this is great. I love this. you are a amazing writter, don't let anyone tell you other wise.
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awesome faith
This is so great and I know god is so proud of you. I have never heard such a reat poem as how I heard this one
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wow this is so awesome!i love that,"your sorrows are with me"thats exactly what i needed to hear.thanks!
Melissa
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