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."
