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 way s 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."
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1 comment:
I love poems, and this one is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
XoXo
Gaby
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