"There is Hope..There is Hope"
I cannot change the way I am,
I never really try,
God made me different and unique,
I never ask him why.
If I appear peculiar,
There's nothing I can do,
You must accept me as I am,
As I've accepted you.
God made a casting of each life,
Then threw the old away,
Each child is different from the rest,
Unlike as night from day.
So often we will criticize,
The things that others do,
But, do you know, they do not think,
The same as me and you.
So God in all his wisdom,
Who knows us all by name,
He didn't want us to be bored,
That's why we're not the same.
~~Author Unknown~~
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 the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
the black is for you to let go."
~Aurthor is Unknown to Me~
