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 can you be so slow?" "My child," He said, "What could I do? You never did let go."
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