as children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend,
i brought my broken dreams to my 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? ...
with tears for us to mend,
i brought my broken dreams to my 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'
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