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 stayed around and tried to help
Through 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.*
From 95 These on Righteousness by Faith, Morris Venden.
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