Broken Dreams

I found this poem and loved it, the author is Unknown

As Children bring
their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreans
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 snached them back
and cried,
"How could you be so slow"
"My child," He said
"What could I do?
You never did let go."