Broken Dreams
As children bring
their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams
to god
because 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 could you be so slow"-
"My child,"He said,
"What could I do?
You never did let go."
their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams
to god
because 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 could you be so slow"-
"My child,"He said,
"What could I do?
You never did let go."
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