"Broken Dreams"
            

            As children bring, in tears their broken toys for us to mend, I gave 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 ideas of my own.

            I finally snatched them back and cried, "How can you be so slow!" "My child," He said, "I want to help, but first you must let go."

            -Author Unknown-

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