As children bring their broken toys,

with tears for us to mend.

I brought my broken dreams to God,

because He is 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 again

and cried, "How can you be so slow?:

"My child" He said" What could I do?

You never did let go."

Angel of God

my guardian dear,

to whom God's love commits me here;

ever this day be at my side,

to light and guard,

to rule and guide.

Amen.

I once walked on golden sands with those I loved and smelt

the sea and heard the gulls.

Oh what memories are unleashed.

My bones are much weaker now and my memory more full.

Yet grant me the wisdom from my youth and let my treasures go on the tide.

Oh blessed are my memories that are stored in the dark caves of my mind.

Let my feet carry me forward.

Let my heart sing.

Let me walk on golden sands.

Mo Allen 28 2 98

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