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,
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."
C.E.S.
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