As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because He was my friend.

And then instead of leaving Him
In peace to work alone
I hung around and tried to help
With ways that were my own.

I finally snatched them back and cried
"How could you be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "What could I do;
"You never did let go."