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 can You be so slow?"
"My Child," He said,
"What could I do? You never did let go."
Author Unknown