The Box
The Lord
held out a large, old, dusty box.
I looked at
it and wondered, “What’s inside?”
He smiled
and gave me keys for all the locks.
“So open it,”
He said, His smile was wide.
What if I
wasn’t smart enough, if tried?
Or could it injure
me along the way?
Perhaps it
would strip me of any pride.
I stood
there, still not knowing what to say.
A guessing
game is what I’d like to play,
or see the
future instantly and clear.
Should I
dare open up the box that day?
If so, how
would I conquer every fear?
I didn’t have
to know what was in store.
Just had to
know and trust my Savior more.
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