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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