The Lord was gone, His body lay
Inside the captive tomb.
And those who followed Him in life
Now felt the awful gloom.
Two would walk the dusty road to Emmaus on that
day.
These were His friends, those whom He loved
Who walked along the way.
“He was the Son of God,” one said
“How could He now be gone?”
“It seems our sorrow is too great
To ever see the dawn.”
And as they walked a stranger came
He listened as they spoke.
He saw their tears and heard their cries
And then His silence broke.
“But wasn’t this the plan,” he asked,
“That Jesus come and die?
His sacrifice will save us all,
The prophets testify.”
And so they walked into the night
And listened to Him speak
Of promised resurrection and
Of Heaven for the meek.
And as the night fell, they stopped to eat
This tiny little band
And when He broke the bread they saw
The nail marks in His hands.
Too often we are like those two
Who walked along the road.
We think that we are all alone
With none to share the load.
We do not see our loving friend
Beside us on our way.
Lifting us through life’s dark nights
Into a brighter day.
So as we walk our own roads to
Emmaus may we see,
That we will never be alone
Unless we choose to be.
