As children bring their broken toys, with
tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God, because
He is 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 again and cried, "How
can you be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "What
could I do? You never did let go."
Author Unknown
