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.