Let Go and Let God

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 could you be so slow?”

“My child,” He said, “What could I do? You never did let go!”

Lauretta P. Burns