I keep a little locket
That I treat like a cup.
I pour all my burdens in
And close the lid back up.

There’s a hole in the bottom.
Where my problems slip through.
For angel wings will carry them,
There’s nothing I have to do.

As long as I do not take them back,
God will handle them for me.
I can rest in His sovereign grace,
For it is my Jesus guarantee!

Deborah J. Birdoes
© 2003

Verse:
"Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest"
Matthew 11:28