The sound of a seminar notice
Tacked onto the Wittenberg door
Was the hammer of God for repentance,
And the hammer of Hell into war.
One like a prophet decrying
Truths barnacled into lies
Spoke into a land of oppression
Echoing unforeseen cries.
Some men worshiped their models
And others scrambled for sway
As old light again cut through smother
And men searched about for God’s way.
With Orthodox chained to their countries,
And Church of the East beyond ken:
Divisions were old in the body
And here rode division again
Are there things worse than disunion
With brotherly quarrel and hate?
Was this merely permitted, or needed
To wake us to our dying state?
"The church’s one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord … mid toil and tribulation and tumult of her war, she waits the consummation of peace forevermore"
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