Letting Go

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.

Author Unknown