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,
In 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.”
(Unknown author)