Let Go and Let God

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

I brought my broken dreams to God
because He is 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 again
and cried, "How can you be so slow?"

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