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

I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
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,
“I wonder where my sorrows could be!”
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
“My child, they’re all here with me.”

I asked God, why He gave 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.”

Today I saw a butterfly,
as it floated in the air;
Its wings were spread in splendor,
Unaware that I was there.

It was such a thing of beauty,
It was a sight to see;
It was the perfect masterpiece,
Full of grace and majesty.

I found myself thinking,
to what can this compare?
And then, of course, I thought of you,
And I wished that you were there.

God sure was extra careful,
When He formed and fashioned you;
You too, became a masterpiece,
Yet God is still not through.

He’s daily making changes,
that other folks can’t see;
You’re already true perfection,
At least you are to me.

Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while..

I need a friend who’ll listen
To my anxiety and trial…

You see, I can’t quite make it
Through a day just on my own…

I need your love to guide me,
So I’ll never feel alone.

I want to ask you please to keep,
My family safe and sound.

Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they’re bound.

Give me faith, dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day,

And not to worry over things
I can’t change in any way.

I thank you God, for being home
And listening to my call,

For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.

Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time.

I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.

So thank you, God, for listening
To my troubles and my sorrow.

Good night, God, I love You, too,
And I’ll call again tomorrow!