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!”