I have in my hands two boxes 
   Which God gave me to hold
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the blank,
   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 back was as light as before
With curiousity, 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 hold to God, and mused aloud,
   "I wonder where my sorrows could be?"
He smiled a gentle smile at me
   "My child, they're all 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."