"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."

By:  Teresa A. Connolly