Broken Toys
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.”
Bulletin Digest

Sermon: “Jesus Enters Jerusalem”

Matthew 21:1-11

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