Broken Dreams
Broken Dreams
As children bring their broke toys with ears in their eyes for us to mend,
l brought my broken dreams to God, because he is my friend, but instead of
letting him work alone, I try 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 if you never did let go
Copyright © Margie Torres | Year Posted 2017
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