THE ROAD TO EMMAUS

He walked with us as close and dearAs friend would walk with friend;The burning, glowing words he spokeWe still could comprehend.

That he should be unknown to usSeems almost past belief.How could we see him through the tearsOf seeming loss and grief?

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