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Two
Boxes
I
have in my hands two boxes
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes
But though the gold became heavier each day
With curiosity, I opened the black,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
I showed the hole to God, and mused,
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
I asked God, why He gave me the boxes, "My
child, the gold is for you to count your Bessings,
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