The Bishop

Monsignor, we have your silver

We caught this man red-handed

He had the nerve to say you gave him this

That is right.

But my friend you left so early

Surely something slipped your mind

You forgot I gave these also;

Would you leave the best behind?

Monsieur,release him

This man has spoken true.

I commend you for your duty

And God's blessing go with you.

But remember this, my brother,

See in this some higerh plan.

You must use this precious silver

To become an honest man.

By the witness of the martyrs,

By the passion and the blood,

God has raised you out of darkness:

I have saved your soul for God.