At Glasgow Cross where now the Tollbooth reigns,
Where roads converge and traffic’s din is loud,
Imprint of ghostly gallows still remains…
A martyr hanged amidst a jeering crowd.
John Fagan like us all would pass that way
Not knowing what significance there lay
For his own life in that historic ground.
Life lost for faith. By prayer a new life found.
John Ogilvie , who by his blood confessed allegiance
to the church he loved and owned,
this other John by intercession blessed.
Now with the holy saints he sits enthroned.
An unmarked felon’s grave ,hidden from sight,
A traitor’s noose transformed by heaven’s light.
As of God’s promised banquet you partake,
Share bread with fellow Scots burned at the stake.
22nd February 2015