Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
Two men trudged slowly down the dusty road
Towards Emmaus. Weary beneath their heavy load
Of grief, they spoke despairingly of how
Their beloved Master, whom they’d revered
As Israel’s mighty Saviour, had perished
On the cross; of how, when faithful followers
To his tomb had come, the stone was rolled away.
Within, they’d found, no shrouded body lay.
