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Broken Dreams
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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 can i do you never did let go"
Raga
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