Broken Dreams
Like a child who brings their broken toy with
Tears for us to mend,
So I brought my broken dreams to God
Because He is my Friend
And then, instead of leaving Him
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
In ways that were my own.
Then, 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”.
