ONLINE CHURCH BULLETIN
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 can you be so slow?"
"My child,” He said,
"What could I do?
You never did let go."
"If any man serve me, let him follow me....." —John 1: 11
Glad Tidings of Good Things, Vol. 14, May 8, 2008, page 3