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."
How many times we think we know better than God. Let us leave God to order all our ways.
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