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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.


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But then instead of leaving Him

In peace to work alone,

I hung around and tried to help

With ways that were my own.


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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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