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!"