There I was a wooden fixture,
Little did I know I would be part of the bigger picture.

Though I was never born:
I was part of the great Reform.

He used a nail to pierce my shell,
And left a mark for all to tell.

A heretic he was proclaimed,
But in ninety-five reasons they could find no blame.

Like worms in the darkness, their piousness
Blinded them from the righteousness.

An outcast he was named,
The message of the truth would never be the same.

Who is this man who shined the light,
And stood for Christ with all his might?