Sunday, August 10, 2008
Let Go, 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 can You be so slow"?
"My child," He said,
"What could I do?
You never did let go."
On 7:41 AM, Elizabeth let go.
