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 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 let them go.”

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