Broken Dreams

As children bring their broken toys

With tears for us to mend

I brought my broken dreams to God

Because HE is my possesor

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? I wept

My child, HE said,

What could I do? you never did let go