Oh, hey there.
I'm so glad you're joining me.
This weather's looking scary.
Better to travel with two or three.
You and me?
I see we're heading to Erfurt, Germany.
I'm going to finish up my studies at the university.
It'll make my father proud, my mother, it will soothe her.
Let me introduce myself.
The name is Martin.
Martin Luther.
I'm heading on to practice law, my path seems clear.
But now this summer storm is getting so severe.
The downpour makes the trails start to disappear.
The wind's blowing me away.
I'm looking for the whale, and all I'm seeing is lightning.
Flashing all around, and all I'm feeling is thunder.
And it's knocking me to the ground.
I'm shouting out to Saint Anna, and I am anxious she ain't answering.
Oh, the thunder and the lightning.
I think I'm lost, oh, when will I be found?
Lord, I'll become a monk if you will get me through.
And I'll be dedicating every day to you.
Your word, your ways, your wisdom, Lord, I will pursue.
Oh, I'll become a monk if you will get me through this storm.
I
will check into the monastery, cause I'm a man of my word.
Shedding every monetary comfort, searching for whatever righteousness I can
afford.
But God's law is so lofty, how could I ever achieve all that he requires?
A voice inside me softly wonders if eternal life is something I'll receive.
What can I do to be preferred?
Lord, keep me steadfast in your word.
My heart is breaking, my soul is aching.
Spending every waking minute dwelling on my sin.
Breaking poles within, making goals for mending.
All the holes that keep me far from heaven, I'm feeling dead last and
deterred.
Lord, keep me steadfast in your word.
By grace I'm saved, grace-free and boundless.
My soul believed and doubted not.
Why stagger at this word of promise?
Has scripture ever falsehood taught?
No!
Then this word must true remain.
By grace you too will life obtain.
Look at what I've seen, what does this mean?
The lean on grace and faith.
I mean, I thought I had to earn God's love by myself by doing all the right things.
But Ephesians 2 verse 8 and 9 speak life to my awakened mind.
I'm finding that the price of sin has been paid with peace the sweet word brings.
By grace God's Son, our only Savior, came down to earth to bear our sin.
Was it because of your own merit that Jesus died your soul to win?
No!
It was grace and grace alone that brought him from his heavenly throne.
I could never do all that the law demands.
These human hands, you understand, they try to do right but they often do
wrong with hope was lent for me.
With every misbehavior I felt more and more enslaved to telling me that Jesus
came to be my Savior.
He died on the cross to redeem me, setting my soul free.
He lives so we will never die.
So on his promise I'll rely in good works.
I could not take pride, they just show faith's alive inside.
By grace I'm saved.
Ooh, I heard what you said there, wash your mouth with soap.
But wait, just buy this indulgence so you won't need to mope.
See, forgiveness of those sins is our monopoly.
I collect two hundred dollars, you get out of jail free.
Ooh, your friend, rest in peace, she worked to follow the law.
But in the end she would admit it, she had obvious flaws.
Now her soul in purgatory longs for just a drip of water.
Drop a nickel in the coffer so she'll know that you bethought her.
Yo, yo, Johan, what's your last name, old man?
Tetzel?
You're twisting God's message like a Fat German pretzel.
Rubbing salt in the wounds of the poor, grieved and bereaved.
And leave an unrepentant sinner secure and relieved.
He's trying to bully him silly, instilling a terror until he convinces me
I am an error.
It seems that my scheme is to build a basilica bigger than all of the ones in
the world.
To construct a giant church you gotta gather some wealth.
But the Pope was super rich, why doesn't he fund it himself?
Don't bring him into this, your logics misapply.
Well, I got 95 reasons why the Pope should be on my side.
He's not a fan of this new text you created.
Turn around and step in line before you're excommunicated!
The Pope, he rejects my 95 theses.
These statements of faith, for which I have finally strived, he sees as a threat
to his power.
A stain on his name from this very hour.
I know my life will never be the same.
You ever had a diet of worms?
It's bad, don't try it, it'll give you the squirms.
I'm thankful, of course, it's nothing to do with what I'm eating, just the name of
the discourse of this forced attendance meeting where I'm accused of using my pen
to peddle all kinds of lies.
I see with my own eyes my writing lies up front while the rulers chastise my
statements that they wish I would revise.
Do I trash my words or heed my conscience?
Hashtag compromise.
I speak abrasively at times, and no one denies it, but it would not be wise to
despise the truth that underlies it.
My friends look to advise, I seek strength in prayer and allies and cleanse my mind
with the morning air and the sunrise.
Time to hit my stride, swallow my pride, warn them that I never ever subside.
Lord, be the melance of my guide, defend these papers that the Pope decried.
I will triumph defiantly where the Emperor will preside because my soul it fears no
man when a God it confides.
You see, I can't and won't recant and don't believe it's right to leave this
fight.
You see that I will put my trust in God's word over words of men.
Here I stand, lying in the sand.
God help me!
Amen!
Locked in a castle and on the run, I'm gonna share the gospel with everyone.
In their native tongue, the old and the young are gonna read it, believe it,
see it, it's gonna grow in the sun.
The gospel it teaches corrects, trains, and preaches.
The printing press shows us just how far it reaches.
I'll write some books to help explain it clearly.
Christians ought to be carefully taught and I'll teach sincerely.
Do I want a church named after me?
Oh no.
But hey, if it happens, there is something you should know.
Don't focus on me and how I turn the phrase, just fix your eyes on Jesus.
Give Him eternal praise!