From the other room, melodic sounds
Fill the air,severe yet rightly proud
For frames are needed as our outer bounds
Within which our imagination grounds.
It is five times a hundred years this very day
That Luther put objections to the Church
Commemorated now in song and prayer
Yet he may have helped the Hitler Reich
His hatred of the Jews knew not one bound
To kill them all was what he would have liked
I won’t admire his works that deeply wound
Created by his appetite for strife.
If Jesus came back would we kill once more?
What, is a lowly Jew to be adored!
How my heart sings 