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 can you be so slow?" 
 
"My child, " he said, "what could I do?
 
You never did let go."
 
 
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