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. . . ‘

 

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