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."