The Bucket

I had a little bucket; I took it with me everywhere. It held the things I needed; So I guarded it with care. That I had a little bucket, Is more important than it seems, For it held all my ambitions; And all my hopes and dreams. I put in a bit of courage; Though I haven't very much, And some faith and perseverance. Some love, and joy and such. I went about my business; Trusting in the meager store Which I carried in my bucket, I did not ask for more. Then there came a dark foreboding, Oh, it was a bitter cup, When I reached into my bucket, And found I'd used the contents up. I no longer have a bucket, For I do the best I can Not to trust my own devices; But to trust my God and fellow man. For we can not see tomorrow; But we trust what we can't see, I do not need a bucket; I have found the hidden key.