BROKEN DREAMS

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"



Source: Traditional Irish