Ah, the olden days. I dug up a poem I wrote a few years ago about the Protestant Reformation. Enjoy!
“The Hammer Still Echoes”
(c) 2010 Joyously Saved
In honor of the 1517 nailing of the 95 Theses
When freedom of religion was spoken of no more,
When Rome had taxed her people and bled them to the core,
The peace found in the Savior seemed lost forevermore,
But the pounding of the hammer was heard on every door.
With Scripture in the tongue of every common man,
No longer would he writhe beneath a heavy hand,
“What only priests could read, now peasants understand!”
The blessed Word of God was then in high demand.
They braved the threat of death and torture every day,
They trusted in the Savior to guide them on their way,
Though thousands lost their lives, at Jesus’ feet they lay,
Their sacrifices still resound in us today.
(c) 2012 Joyously Saved