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 snactched them back and cried, "How can you be so slow?"
"My child, " he said, "What could I do... you never did let go"