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My Broken Dreams

My Broken Dreams

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 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 let them go.”

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