Friday, November 27, 2009

Broken Dreams

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.



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