Master Creator Neglected

You’re proud you’re so creative
And friends will pat the back
Your next piece brings their worship
That’s a fact.
You strut just like the rooster
And cup your chin while musing
They hang upon your next word
Such an act.
But things began to stiffen
Not flexible these days
The Art not sourced in God
Must face attack.
He started out the journey
He woke you in the night
With words and hues, a-praying.
That’s how you get it back.