Broken Dreams

Author Unknown

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 snached them back
and cried,
"How could You be so slow"
"My child,"  He said,
"What could I do? 
you never did let go."