To hurry God is to find fault with Him.
LET GO AND LET GOD
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 could You be so slow?”
“My child,” He said, “What could I do?
You never did let go.”
Anon.
