The sonnet, “A Royal Garment of Sonnet’s Lines Sewn With the Holy Spirit’s Thread and Free Verse’s Living Waters Drawn From His Well to Honor Christ Our Head”, explores the dance between sonnet and free verse, both glorifying Christ. The first eight lines paint the sonnet as a “crown of measured rhyme”—a structured, kingly form where discipline crafts a “court of sound,” yet bends with freedom, like a throne for Jesus with His thorns, each rhyme a prayer. The last six shift to free verse, a “stream in quiet peace”—unbound, flowing with the Spirit’s gentle call, lifting to Christ without rigid walls. It ends tying both together: sonnets reign with royal art, free verse breathes grace—two paths, one heart, all for God’s glory.

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The sonnet weaves a crown of measured rhyme,
Each line a jewel, cut to fit its frame,
A dance of feet in lockstep with old time,
Where discipline and grace exalt a name.
Its walls hold tight, a kingly court of sound,
Yet freedom hides in how the heart can bend,
A throne where Christ might sit, with thorns around,
And every turn a prayer that seeks no end.

But free verse flows like streams in quiet peace,
No rigid form to bind its gentle call,
A voice set loose, where Spirit finds release,
It lifts to Christ, unboxed, yet standing tall.
So sonnets reign with order’s royal art,
Free verse lends voice to crown the Lord’s heart.