Beyond Motherhood

As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
Beause he was my friend.

But 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.”

AUTHOR UNKNOWN

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