Broken Dreams

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.