Letting Go

I've been rummaging through some old papers lately.  I found this in the mix and liked it once again:

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 the, 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."