Black box Golden box !!
I have in my hands two boxes Which God gave me to hold.
The black box was as light as before With curiosity, I opened the black box
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