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 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 let them go."