Broken Dreams

As children bring their broken toys,
With tears for us to mend.
I brought my broken dreams to God,
Because He is 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 again
And cried, "How can you be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go."
 

~Author Unknown~

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