The Little Black Box
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THE BOX in this poem represents the ark that the word of God builds to carry the stuff we can;t carry anymore .It;s locked from the enemy that may try to get into our stuff and turn it loose on us again .All the struggles that we face that might make us crack all that life throws at us when our hearts and cant hold any more the word of god provides a safe place to that we can deal with them ,In The Word of God
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