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On The Way To Emmaus

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ON THE WAY TO EMMAUS
            By John E. DeCock
 
            How sadly they walked,
            how despondently talked,
their feet were as heavy as lead.
            Their hope was all spent,
            to Emmaus they went,
their hearts being full of regret.
            They'd looked for a day
            when without delay
the enemy would be defeated.
            All Roman oppression
            would end without question;
an end to the way they were treated.
 
            But nothing went right
            when they crucified
their Lord, He, the source of their hope.
            't So clouded their mind
            that their mood did so blind
and they were not able to cope.
            And neither aware
            who walked with them there,
He showed them what scripture foretold;
            'twas all in God's plan
            again and again,
predicted with promise so bold.
 
            As a lamb He was slain.
            For believers great gain;
full forgiveness from sin was so bought.
            Our debts did He pay
            and on the third day
He arose to the glory of God.
            And while they were walking
            they kept up their talking,
they finally arrived at their door.
            The light growing dim
            they welcomed Him in;
They longed for such news even more.
 
            They sat at his feet
            and soon they did eat
and they saw, when He took up bread;
            the scars in his hand
            made them understand
He has risen, 'twas just as He said.
            They wasted no time.
            turned around on a dime.
"Our Savior is risen indeed."
            Proclaiming the news
            among Gentiles and Jews,
the hope for a people in need.
 
            Oh, glory divine,
             this Savior is mine,
He conquered both death and the grave.
            Even when I don't see
            He is walking with me,
and walking with him, I am safe.
             Sometimes through all care
            wondering: "Is He still there?"
but He said He would never forsake.
            With wine and bread broken
            a message unspoken.
his presence ... when we do partake.
.
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Read the story in Luke 24:13-24



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