As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God, because he was my friend.
Instead of leaving him in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help,
in ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How could yo be so slow?!"
"My child," he said," what could I do? You never did let go."
