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?
So messieurs, 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 higher 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.
