As children bring their broken toys,
Anonymous
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 the back and cried:
"How can you be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "What could I do?"
"You never did let go!"
