letting.go.

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 can you be so slow?"

"My child," He said, "What could I do?

You never did let go."

came across this by accident tonight. but then,
knowing how my God works..it was no accident
at all. completely what I and soo many need to

hear in these times we all are facing!