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Broken Toys 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..." author unknown |
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