There’s a tale
Told by soldiers
Of two sons and their father
As they sailed to old Palestine

True were these brothers
They sailed to bury their father
They would fight for Jerusalem

You will be meek when I am able
You’ll be the salt upon the table
When all is said and done could you
Somehow be sons of Abraham

I was told by a stranger
Of a young blood thrown to the desert
He united a people with his hands

In the wane to the crescent
He fed the lion to the pheasant
He would stride to the spring of Zam Zam

There’s a tale told by soldiers
A young boy taken to slaughter
He was saved by his father’s hand

He was prized and protected
And prince he was elected
He was to save the wolves with a lamb

There’s a tomb out by Jordan
Where two sides stop to adore him
As they fight for Jerusalem