Let Go Let God
As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend,
I took my broken dreams to God because He was my friend.
Then, instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help in ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How could YOU be sooo slow"
"My child, what could I do? You never did let go."
---Anonymous
2 comments:
I read this as a child and its stuck with me. Lovely words. And very true at least for me. Dunno who wrote it though.
Its actually a an extremely beautiful piece. very true and very deep.
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