Angels in the heights adore him, Ye behold him face to face;
Sun and moon bow down before him: Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise him! Praise with us the God of grace.
13 April 2013
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 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."