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 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 let them go."
