BROKEN


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!"


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