Release It

As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend,

© 2008 Donna L. Watkins - Female Pileated Woodpecker with Young
I brought my broken dreams to God because He was my friend.

But then instead of leaving Him in pace to work alone,

I stayed around and tried to help through ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back adn cried, "How could you be so slow?!"

"My child," He said, "what could I do? You never did let go."

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