Broken Dreams - Poem by aashka thakkar
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 the back and cried,
'How could You be so slow'-
'My child, ' He said,
'What could I do? You never did let go.'
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