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?"
"My child," He said, "what could I do?"
"You never did let go."
This is an anonymous poem that I found when I was in Hawaii years ago. I came across this poem in a little shop one day. It's kind of like that quote that states if you look at a closed door too long you will never notice the open window. Try not to spend your life wallowing in regrets.
