As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God. But instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone, I hung around and tried to help Him 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."
As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God. But instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone, I hung around and tried to help Him 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."
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