Sonnets of The Archangel Michael

Heav'nly grass heart do kneel, Raph'el hands heal

Heav'nly grass heart do kneel, Raph'el hands heal,
He plucks cracked diamonds from mine trickling cheeks,
Kiss my warring brow, thine loved he appeals,
Breastplate sloughs off heart gyve free truth he speaks,
By reason eke faith strike thine holy stakes,
He hath torn myself in two, yet guiltless
Feal'ty rang true, fall thine archangel wake,
The black thou seep mine blade purge relentless.
Joy to be Man their righteous redemption,
Ruth run soul deep for thy beyond my reach,
Vanguard of heav'n I block thy transgression.
Heresy thy nature pruning my siege,
Thy body descend no spirit transcend:
Chorale praise dut'ful hand that slay mine friend.