Broken Dreams
author unknown

As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend.

I took 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.

Alas I snatched them back and cried, "How could you be so slow?"

"My child ," He said, "what could I do, you never would let go?"