Ah. Beautiful poem pilfered from Joy's blog. Thanks so much dear *hugs* it ministered to me so much.
Speak, Lord, in the stillness,
While I wait on Thee.
Hushed my heart to listen
In expectancy.
Two 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 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 black with the hole?"
"My child the gold is for you to count your blessings,
the black is for you to let go."
"What joy and blessings we can know
When Jesus comes to dine!
He brings His riches and His love
And fellowship divine." —Branon
