As children bring their broken toys, 
with tears for us to mend, 
I brought my broken dreams to God, 
because He is 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 again 
and cried, "How can you be so slow?" 
"My child" He said, "What could I do? 
You never did let go.