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 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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