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 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.”

-Albert E. Cliffe