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
Now 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