| 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 can you be so slow" "My child," he said," what could I do, you never did let go " |
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