Broken Dreams
As children bring their broken toys� With tears for us to mend,� I brought my broken dreams to God� Because He was my friend.

But then instead of leaving Him� In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help� With ways that were my own.�

At last I snatched them back and cried,� "How could you be so slow"� "My child," He said, "What could I do?� You never did let go!"
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