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!”