Broken Toys

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