As children bring their broken toys,
with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God,
because He is 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 again and cried,
"How can you be so slow?"
"My child" He said,
"What could I do?
You never did let go."
