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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