As children bring their toys, 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 them in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help with ways that are 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.”