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 can you be so slow?" "My child," He said, "What
could I do? You never did let go."
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