“Self-made,” the voice said with a puffed-up parade.
I need no help. No advice. See the things I’ve made.”
But paths built on pride may look shiny and smart,
While they are quietly cracking and falling apart.
Lucifer said, “I’m great. I’ll rise on my own.
No ruler, no maker—I’ll make my own throne.”
He climbed without counsel. He flew without light.
And fell when “self” took the place of what’s right.
To stand all alone may feel strong for a day,
But strength without God soon fades away.
We’re formed and shaped by his design, not ours.
With our egos we build briefly standing towers.
So perish the thought that says, “I made me.”
Life works much better on bended knee.
For growth isn’t built by a “look-what-I-did,”
But trusting our Maker—just like we were bid.
