Promptings

There are surroundings that lend themselves to prompt words.
Words of thought and sentiment
Words sung in delight
Words written to express

What is this thing within that makes me want to create
The incentives of a scenic reality is perhaps an echo of the ultimate truth.

There is a very real creation all around
My very cells were put together

The wreckage of depravity put the union to death
And now the cells move about in limited grace in a body prepared for wrath

But just as pure as the snow falls,
The grace of justification fell on me
The creature now worships the Creator

The peace of the white lace causes this heart to smile
To think of the new heart beating now in union with the Good King

There our surroundings of true art all around
That prompt a response to the greatest truth
The greatest story unfolding since the beginning, my new creation but an iota
The story is concluding, the consummation anticipated.