Broken Toys..

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 could you be so slow?”
“My child,” He said, “What could I do? You never did let go….”

 

…found in an old notebook; unattributed but, sadly, not mine.