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 could you be so slow?"
"[Name]," He said,
"What could I do? You never did let go."