As children bring their broken toys,
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God,
Because He is 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 again
And cried, "How can you be so slow?"
"My child" He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go."

Author Unknown
Submitted by: E. J. Williams