Broken Dreams

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 can I do?

You never did let go ."

Author Unknown

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