As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my borken dreams to God
Because he was my friend.
But 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 let them go."
~Lauretta Burns
