Wings of Wax

A wretched, willful man was I-- So smugly proud of things I'd done. Reckless me, I flew too high-- Like Icarus, too near the sun. I placed my trust in my own hands-- These weak and mortal, trembling things. In arrogance, I sought to fly, But, only wax secured my wings. Then, at the zenith of my flight I reached my orbit’s apogee. My feeble, wax wings fell away, And, in flames, I crashed into the sea. No longer do I trust my strength My way, no longer is my goal I humbly place my confidence In the mighty Keeper of my soul.