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Broken Dreams

 

As children bring their broken toys

With tears for us to mend.

I brought my broken dreams to God

Beacause 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 Unkown

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