Two men trudged down a lonesome road,
Their shoulders bowed by heavy load,
Limp arms drooped loosely by their side,
Their faces drawn by tears they’d cried—
Two days ago their best Friend died.
They spoke in whispers, hushed and sad—
Gone now the precious hope they had;
They wrung their hands in mute despair—
A hopelessness beyond compare
Seemed to pervade and choke the air.
A Man approached them from behind,
Asked could He join—they didn’t mind—
He asked them why they looked depressed;
To Jesus’ death with tears attest,
And bare their hearts to their new Guest.
There He expounded truth to them,
Proved all the prophets spoke of Him—
How slow they were to understand
This was the way that God had planned—
Messiah’s death redeeming man.
At table when the bread He blessed
They realized Who was their Guest—
He promptly vanished from their sight,
Their hearts now bursting with delight,
Afire with joy reflect new light.
In mind I see their glad return—
Oh how good news within them burned!
Their faces beaming joyous glow,
Imparting hope where e’er they go—
Their best Friend’s risen! Don’t you know?
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