As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend,
I bought my broken dreams to God
because He was my friend.
But then, instead of leaving Him
at 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.”