What evil lurks within the walls of Christendom?
What evil spirit rules the hearts of men?
That they would be so cruel as to break the golden rule And to sacrifice the lives
of their children?
Is this the kind of spirit, Martin Luther saw That would burn a man for wanting to
be free?
From the wages of his sin, that fans the flames within And consumes the likes of
those like you and me?
The seed is sown and watered with the martyr's blood That nourishes the ground
in which it grows
To fill the earth with knowledge of the laws of God The tree of life will blossom
like a rose
What kind of man would give his life so willingly?
To make atonement for the wrongs we've done?
What kind of love is this, when betrayed with a kiss Would pay the price of sin for
everyone?
For this is why the Lamb of God was crucified To bear our guilt and shame on
Calvary Rejected and alone and bleeding to the bone He gave his life for those like
you and me.
The seed is sown and watered with the martyr's blood that nourishes the ground
in which it grows.
To fill the earth with knowledge of the laws of God.
The tree of life will blossom like a rose.