This poem is inspired from a post from Jan Beek, based upon a recent Sunday message from her church. The message enlightened me with some wonderful applications to “The Walk to Emmaus.” Visit her post for this wonderful message, complemented with some great hymns.
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Empty, very little hope
Weary, walking this grim road
Lonely, life hides in darkness
Misery, each step feels slowed
Believing, He would be king
Remembering, life seemed alive
Listening, His words brought hope
Blessing, barren lives would thrive
Ignored, a bloody Cross stands
Vanquished, His tomb sitting hushed
Restored, hope rises again
Conquered, sin and death now crushed
Raised, Savior walking with us
Transformed, our hope now restored
Energized, with daily steps
Saved, by our Lord’s new accord
From Luke 24:13-16: “Now on that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem, and talking with each other about all these things that had happened. While they were talking and discussing, Jesus himself came near and went with them, but their eyes were kept from recognizing Him.”
Originally published April, 2020.
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