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"