LET GO AND LET GOD
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. ”