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".

...Author unknown...