Many thanks to Don & Karen Lambert

I have in my hands two boxes
Which God gave to me to hold
"Put all your sorrows in the black" He said,
"And all your joys in the gold."

I heard his words, and in the boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I store
Though the gold grew heavier every day
The black was as light as before

With curiosity, I opened the black one
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, musing,
"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's for your blessings,
and the black is for you to let go."