Let Go & Let God

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 can you be so slow?"

"My child," He said,

"What could I do?

You never did let go."