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. . . ‘