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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