Your words, six hundred years old, fill our minds:
my brother’s keeper and let there be light,
it came to pass and seek and ye shall find,
plain-put so in faith we’ll fight the good fight.
What’s that you said? The boy who drives the plow
should know more of the scriptures than a priest?
They strangled you for that, then turned their scowl
on liberties the printing press increased.
If you were with us now, what would you think?
New ways to twist and warp old words have risen,
and those who will not bow to power and shrink
soon find themselves invisibly imprisoned.
Revival? Is it possible today?
Translate us once again and show the way.