Bless Me...

Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I've done a questionable thing
You're not the only one my son, repentance earns your wings
But Father you don't understand, not sure you heard me right
That is why you're here my son, to confess your sin tonight
Father will God love me after what I have to say?
Yes my son, confess, he'll love you more each passing day
So won't you tell me son what it is that has you vexed
Is it an affair, conducted by illicit text?
No no Father, never, you know full well I love my wife
This matter far outweighs something outside married life
Ok my son, I'll try again, have you killed another man?
I'm sure you know the consequence of such an awful plan
No no Father the crime of which I speak is worse than that
If I didn't feel so guilty it would stay under my hat
Well my son, could it be that money's troubling you?
Have you thought of robbing banks, or even worse, seen it through?
No no Father, the money situation's not the problem here
It's much more down to earth, and quite common I fear
Well my son, please tell me what it is that you're confessing
Anything you've done can be forgiven, with my blessing
Ok then Father, here it comes, I want to tell you all
I want my soul unburdened when I receive the call
A confession should be open, and free from chains and locks
Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I'm wearing sandals with socks...

The priest just sat in silence as he tried to take it in
An awful crime indeed, the epitome of sin
But the priest had a confession, and it was ripe for sharing
He looked upon his feet and realised what he was wearing
He looked at the confessor and then he said, 'My son
It's the bravest thing I've heard and I am proud of what you've done'
His robes were long enough so the fella couldn't see
He smiled and shook his hand, and said 'Your secret's safe with me...'