As children bring their dreams to parents
With tears for them 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
In 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.”
For the kingdom of God is not a matter of talk but of power.
1 Corinthians 4:20
The New International Version