Poem to remind us who is in control
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 there were my own
At last I snatched them back and cried
how could you be so slow?
My child, he said, what could I do
you never did let go!
...Author unknown
(((Hugs)))
I just finished a rosary for Jim and his loved ones.