As children bring their broken
toys, with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams
to God, because He is 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.
"How can you be so slow?"
"My child," He said,
"What could I do?"
You never did let go."
"Ask and it shall be given
to you; seek and you shall
find; knock and the door
shall be opened to you."
Please sign my guestbook on my index page, thank you.
