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 again,
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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~~*The moment I looked in your eyes I fell in love. Everytime I
look I fall in love again. I've looked so many times, and have
gathered so much love. I have so much to carry with me I don't know
what to do.*~~
[This message has been edited by *kaiLi* (edited 13 July
2001).]
