St Mary's

by Nessie Gell

Majestic ruined battered and grey,
choir and transept open lay,
windows were but gaping holes,
stones recording departed souls,
all were open to wind and rain,
could it be restored again?

[John Knox had said restore one day
Our people said they'd help to pay]
So now beside the flowing Tyne
St Mary's stands restored, sublime,
With windows filtering rainbow light
When thro' the glass the sun shines bright.
John Brown, Knox and Jane Carlyle,
[just linger now, ponder awhile]
those famous names these walls have seen,
have they knelt to pray where we have been?

Interest in and out abound,
carved stone on pillar not easily found,
Men of green and scallop shell,
Coat of arms we all know well.
Find solace in the 'Lady Aisle'
or rest in 'Lauderdale' awhile
where pilgrims come from far and near
with faithfulness year after year.

Hark! From the organ the air is filled
with music, and my heart is thrilled.
This ancient Church, it's echoing sound
Brings joy to all and peace profound.