Waxing Proud
I left You long ago,
To wander in a world of choices,
Bombarded by alluring voices.

I left at home
All cords that bound,
Proudly casting off all staked to holy ground.
I soared mounting the wind,

On Icharus’ wings waxed proud,
Till sun and heat spoke Truth aloud.
I left You long ago.
Now in swift descent I fall,

Humbled, hoping, praying,
Catch me!
Claim me!
My Lord, My All!

Joann Nelander