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."
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