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
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