Broken Dreams

Author Unknown

As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend
I brought my broken dreams to God
because He is 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."