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 high 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