In an alley

In a valley

In a community 

In a city

Hidden treasures lie

Not silver or gold

But a people with a history untold

That still unfolds

Like a scroll of payrus leaves

Recounting ancient tall tales 

Of giants and dwarves

Times of sorrows and times of laughs

Of Odin, Horus and Zeus 

Hocus, pocus black magic 

But it's so tragic

that they have never heard of the King of the Jews

Though they have heard of the Holy Grail

What they call the cup of blood

But who will tell them that the cup overflowed 

And the blood still flows

Cleasing all who would draw near

In an alley

In a valley

In a community 

In a city

Hidden treasures lie

A people that need to be awaken by the light of the Son

 

Hidden treasures lie 

So we need to tell the truth