Confessional
Confessor bare your soul to me
Unburden with alacrity
I see your sorrow does ensnare
My calling is to help and care
I make no gain, there is no fee
Confessor bare your soul to me
As you lie prostrate on the floor
A maelstrom storm beats at your door
Face yourself to enlightenment
This is no dream you have dreamt
Confessor bare your soul to me
Brave consequences, do not flee
Innocent lives have been taken
In anger your control shaken
Your life now forfeited I see
Confessor bare your soul to me.
In rememberance of the suffering of
martyred church officials
in Elizabethan and Stuart times.
Copyright © Theresa Stephens | Year Posted 2014
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