Broken Dreams, Poem by Paul, March 2000

Paul in the driving seatBroken Dreams

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 can You be so slow?
My child, He said, what could I do, you never would let go.

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