As children bring their broken toys,
with tears for parents 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.
Finally, I snatched them back and cried,
"God, how can you be so slow?"
"My child" He said, "What could I do?
how could I mend your dreams,
you never did let go."
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