The Worry Dolls
There is a tiny box of dolls
On the shelf by my bed
Each doll is for one worry that
May swirl inside my head
The box was given to me by
A friend, whom I adore
It started me to wondering
Just what is Worry for?
Does it serve any function as
I purpose through each day?
Will it relieve my deepest pain
Or guide me on my way?
Can it lesson my misery
Would it minimize strife?
And, will it add one single hour
To the end of my life?
The answer to my question is
Of course, "NO", it cannot!
So, Worry has no place in me
No victory it's wrought
The dolls-- I'll keep them anyhow
And use them differently
I'm sure my good friend wouldn't mind
A new idea, you see:
I'll pluck each miniature doll
From its box every night
And thank the Lord for giving me
A more eternal sight
Yes, with each petite figure I
Shall count one blessing too
And pray before I sleep that He'll
Make anxious hearts like new!
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