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."
From an unknown author
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