SECOND EDIT: Sermon on the Destruction of Icons

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SECOND EDIT:
"... for five hundred years, during which religion was in a more prosperous condition, and a purer doctrine flourished, Christian churches were completely free from visible representations" - John Calvin, Institutes of the Christian Religion
Whoa there, Neddy. You are bolting!
From Eve in vines about her legs
Like fetters forged in Paradise,
To saintly men in grief reposed,
We see the brass bull teem with lice. Esoteric. I don't want to know what it means

The Christ Himself a sack of rice,
Held in his mother's drooping arms,
Will grease your eyes in Roman homes. Esoteric.I don't want to know what it means
God is not blind to ancient charms.
The stanza above is haemorr.....haemoh...bleeding out of meaning. Take care...get there
These are the idols John warned us
might damn our poor flock's naive hearts. John knew a thing or two...I doubt he ever said well, maybe, there's just the off chance that....there again, I'm called Thomas.
If hammers be the rage of Christ
We all must break these pagan arts. Go boolean...IF:THEN. "then we must (or shall?) break these pagan arts"

The elders preached in rooms of stone,
Down aisles built for yearning sheep. I cannot emphasise how much emphasis matters...and preaching down an aisle doesn't gel...so it ain't aspic
The rocks that make their tombs will say: No. Talking rocks does not work for me...now talking bollocks, that I can accept
A heart of Rome will find no sleep. Much diminished over your previous edit."A" heart? Who...name names.

FIRST EDIT:
"... for five hundred years, during which religion was in a more prosperous condition, and a purer doctrine flourished, Christian churches were completely free from visible representations" - John Calvin, Institutes of the Christian Religion

From Eve in vines about her legs,
Like fetters forged in Paradise,
To Saintly men in grief reposed,
We see the brass bull snort with life.

These are the idols John warned us
Would curse our flocks with wicked hearts.
If hammers be the rage of Christ
We all must break these Pagan arts.

From this meek house of stone I preach,
This pulpit fit for cloistered sheep,
And these bleak bricks will tell you now:
That Papist hearts will find no sleep.

ORIGINAL:
"... for five hundred years, during which religion was in a more prosperous condition, and a purer doctrine flourished, Christian churches were completely free from visible representations" - John Calvin, Institutes of the Christian Religion

From Eve in vines about her legs,
Like fetters forged in Paradise,
To Saintly men in grief reposed,
And God Himself a sack of rice,
Slid limply in His mother's arms.

These are the idols John told us
Would bring to folly naive hearts.
If hammers be the rage of Christ,
Let men destroy these morbid arts.

I speak to thee from place of stone,
A pulpit fit for cloistered sheep,
And this dark stone will teach thee well:
That Papist hearts will find no sleep.