Visiting Cleopas & His Friend

On a searing hot Sunday afternoon
Cleopas and friend were mournful
As they trod the road to Emmaus
The Messiah’s loss was so painful
The Lamb was harangued and hanged
He who was once the Great Jewish Hope
And Israel’s freedom was now damned
With faith crushed how would they cope?
A Stranger joined them on the way
And asked the cause of their sadness
Bemused, they mused He must be new
Not to know about Friday’s gory darkness
The Stranger began with prophecies of old
How Friday’ crucifixion was a manifestation
And a triumph of Messianic vindication
For Christ must offer to suffer and die for all
To take away the dark cloud of death’s pall
He spoke till they arrived Emmaus at dusk
They invited Him in-made their home an inn
Supper served, He broke bread in His manner
Revelation flashed, This was Him the same as
Before the nails and gore-He was risen
Off He went to confirm His resurrection
To others like us still bound in fear’s prison
For He is that same as He was that day
By past prophecy proving His present sway

 

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