On the road to Emmaus
Two disciples spoke of Christ
They mourned the death of Jesus
Who was their hope of new life
Jesus came and walked with them
They knew not His voice or face
I am sure they, then, wept when
He vanished without a trace
For it was then that they knew
They had walked and supped with Him
Looking back... they had known, too
For their hearts had burned within
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