Incongruous in Yorkshire stone and sleepy market town
Where unexpected masterwork still wears His thorny crown
Where history, both false and true, unfolds upon the walls
And legend, faith and memory adorn its hallowed halls.
For slaves and saints remembered and a wordless story told
Of dragon-slaying warriors and courtly knights of old,
Must tell the myth that captures hearts and comforts bended knee
Creating visions of what was and what the world could be
If those who owe allegiance to the earthly rule of man
Can look past duty’s confines to a world where faith began.
Beck ‘n’ Call