BROKEN 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 did let go."
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