THe War
Gods and Devils
By S. Ravichandran (Elizabethan Sonnet)
From Heaven’s grace doth fall the gentle rain,
That healeth wounds within the suff’ring soul;
From Hell’s dark hand doth rise the tyrant’s chain,
Which bindeth hearts beneath his grim control.
Though devils reign o’er earth with scepter’d might,
And spread their power broad, both deep and strong,
Yet one small drop of love shall quell their night,
And break the cords that held thee bound so long.
When thou art cast into a pit of woe,
And grievous wounds do make thy spirit bleed,
Lo! Heaven’s light shall on thy pathway glow,
And grant thy heart the solace that it need.
Then lift thy prayer; His hand shall raise thee high,
To dwell with Him in peace beyond the sky.
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