Broken Toys

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 could you be so slow?”
“My child,” He said, “What could I do?
You never did let go…”

–Author Unknown

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