The Battle Hymn of the Reformation

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,On earth is not his equal.D…

He Chose the Nails

The tool of torture becomes a sign of hope,The measure for the love of God.The intersection of eternity and time,Did ere such love and sorrow meet?Or thorns compose such a crown?The Hand that held the hammer was the Hand of God.The Hand that took the n…