What was it, Martin,
That made you believe,
That life is a gift
that you freely receive?
That works merit nothing,
But only deceive?
The Bible, yes, the Bible.
What was it, Martin,
That gave you the nerve,
To stand up to tyranny
Without reserve?
To tell of a love
That we do not deserve?
The Bible, yes, the Bible.
What was it, Martin,
That gave you the sight,
To see grace so clearly
In darkness of night?
To stare down the falsehood,
And put it to flight?
The Bible, yes, the Bible.
What was it, Martin,
That filled you with hope,
When threatened with death
By the church and the pope?
What was it in secret
That helped you to cope?
The Bible, yes, the Bible.
Martin, a man,
By Grace born again.
But still a flawed human,
With weakness and sin,
Yet faithfully taught
With paper and pen:
The Bible, yes the Bible.