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.”

- Hansel, Through the Wilderness of Loneliness