Broken Dreams

As Children bring thier 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 him

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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