Broken Dreams

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."