Broken Dreams
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because He was my Friend.
But 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 let them go."
by Lauretta Burns
1 comment:
A very beautiful poem, and so true.
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