REDEMPTION

Between Bamburgh and Seahouses, and in Seahouses, Northumberland

My land was barren, and my sheep had fled,

My barn was ruined, and my wealth was spent,

My fences shattered, and my sheepdog dead:

The Landlord faithfully required his rent.

How could I pay a penny of my debt

From land my wandering sheep had churned to mud?

The Landlord's writ forbad me to forget

And showed the rental must be paid in blood.

And so I asked for Mercy. Mercy came

To help me plead, with her resplendent face.

And we were heard, although I had no claim,

While all my pleas evoked the help of Grace.

The Landlord gave me wealth that would suffice

For life, and told me He had paid the price.