THE EMMAUS WAY

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

We were on the road, just the two of us,
To a local village called Emmaus.
We were troubled and confused, as we walked.
A stranger drew near, and joined as we talked.

He inquired as to why, we were so downcast.
Have you heard of events, just three days past?
Jesus of Nazareth was crucified.
With Him, all our hopes for Israel died.

Some women were early at Jesus’s tomb
His body had been stolen; they did assume.
But, an angel told them, when they arrived,
He is risen, and that He was alive.

Then the stranger, rebuked our unbelief,
And showed us Scriptures, dispelling our grief.
Understanding came, as he told the story,
How Christ must die, and then enter glory.

From Moses, the prophets, and from the Psalms,
Truths once hidden; understanding now calms.
Searching the Scriptures, and you too will see,
The volume of the Book, is about Me.

Reaching the village, He would have gone on,
Constraining Him to stay, daylight was gone.
Abide with us, the disciples said to Him.
He went inside, and partook bread with them.

He blessed the bread; and He broke it that night.
Their eyes were opened; He vanished from sight.
We walk by faith, and not by sight today.
All became clear, on the Emmaus way.