Indulgences and simony long past
The legacy of Luther we now view
His courageous 95 forgotten fast
As pious inquisitions start anew
We argue, fight, proclaim the truth supreme
Comes from our holy, hallowed lips alone
Refuse to see that heaven’s brilliant beam
On all His children equally hath shone
What of Utopia by Thomas More?
Our own religious pride has made it void.
The dreams of Wycliffe, Calvin washed ashore
As rotten, dying hopes, long since deployed.
Their hearts are far from me, the Lord did say,
But are we truly innocent this day?
oh martin! i love that you posted this!
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