The poem by Loreta Burns has always been my favorite. Its goes something like bringing our broken dreams to God because He is our friend. But then we snatch them back thinking He is slow, but the real deal was we never did let go.

We derive our own formulas, will have it our way. Whilst that is true, He still has the last say, and not the work of our hands. He is is still God.

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