Broken Dreams

As children bring their broken toys,
with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God,
because He is 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."
Author Unknown

"Ask and it shall be given to you; seek and you shall find;
knock, and the door shall be opened to you."
Matthew 7:7

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Letters from Heaven	He Didn't Have to Be	I'm Coming Home
The Difference	Wanted A Few Good Men	The Serenity Prayer
The Chosen Vessel	You Don't Owe Me A Thing	His Blessings
Comes The Dawn	20 Secrets to Happiness	A Dozen Roses
The Envelope	Instructions For Life	Homemaker$
Children Learn	May You Always Feel Loved	The Empty Chair
Grandpa's Table	You're Getting Older	The Visitor
I Said A Prayer	The Most Beautiful Flower	Broken Dreams
Satan's Tools	The Girl I Used to Be	5 Finger Prayer
Want $20.00	God's Answering Machine	When I Say . .
Graduates Prayer	If Jesus Came to Your House	My Father's Eyes
The Little Chap	Beauty of A Woman	Your Dash
What Is A Dad	Letting Go	Good Morning
My Mother's Garden	My Statement of Faith	Pray 4 Columbine

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