As children bring their broken toys,
with tears for us to mend.
I brought my broken dreams to God,
because He is 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 again
and cried, "How can you be so slow?"

"My child," He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go."