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.
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