Broken Dreams

A poem

Author unknown

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 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