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 could You be so slow?" "My child," He said, "what could I do? You never did let go." Author: Loretta P Burns |