Good Poem

“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 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.”