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 could you be so slow"
  "My child," He said, "What could I do?
  You never did let go."
  - Author Unknown

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