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?"
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Gentle words bring life and health; griping brings discouragement. Proverbs 15:4 Learn to say kind things - nobody ever resents them. Smile ... -
The ocean is roaring, Lord and the sea is pounding hard. Its mighty waves are majestic, but you are more majestic, and you rule over all. Yo... -
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