His creation, His creature

We are (they say)
Creatures of habit
Change is (they say)
Hard

But a creature
Must be conceived by a creator
Yet habits are sedentary
Immobile and without life

I am created (He says)
As a son of royalty
When ordered properly (He says)
I can change

When I know and accept my Creator
Habit’s voice is muted
By Him who speaks to my heart
Creator to creature

And know (He says)
That I am loved
And trust (He says)
Only in Him

No longer chained
Free of habit’s enslavement
I am a creature
Of Him Who created me