For Shining So Bright, You Burn Out and Die

For shining so bright, you burn out and die; for soaring too close to the sun, you fall to the hard earth below and crash: “Too high,” judge the gods; so, as lesson to us all, you're chastened for your lofty, prideful flight. Like Icarus, I test life's great divide between deity and men: visionary sight, God-giv'n, and penetrating—eagle-eyed! What seems like pride is for history to laud: so, as Jesus the man was, so am I. Only a God humbles another god; that's destiny no man can e'er defy. Though the world crucifies, God testifies with fulsome laughter that I, His child, rise!