As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I took 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".
Broken Dreams
Author Unknown