Made known in the breaking of the bread

The long journey home.
Not the distance, just seven miles,
But in time, an eternity, which was what we thought we had with Him.

Two of us, trying to understand,
Talking about the things He'd said and where it had all gone wrong.
It couldn't have gone any more wrong, could it?

Then suddenly this bloke walking with us.
"What you talking about?" He asks.
Where’s He been? Hasn’t He heard? So we tell Him.

About a man who was more than just a man,
Teacher, healer, sage, prophet, God made man, the Messiah,
Or so we thought.

But then there was the garden,
The Sanhedrin, the trial, Pilate, Herod, Pilate,
The mocking, the beating, the procession to Golgotha. His death.

And this morning, we were starting to come to terms with it.
The women come back, screaming and shouting, saying He's not dead,
He's risen and the tomb is empty. And it was and we don’t understand!

Then the bloke says to us, "You Thickos, you just don't get it, do you?"
And you know what, we didn't!
So He tells us - Moses, Abraham, the Prophets and jesus - it all made sense,

How could we have missed it?
How could He have known it?
So we've arrived home and it all adds up.

And He's set to carry on, but we persuade Him to come in.
And as the meal is on the table, He takes the bread and he breaks it,
Giving thanks.

And in the breaking of the bread, in the hearing of the living word,
We recognised Him and He was gone!
And so to were we, back the short distance to Jerusalem!

Baruch ata adonai elohenu melech ha olam, shehecheyanu, v'kiyimanu, v'higiyanu laz'man hazeh.
Blessed are You Adonai our God, Ruler of the Universe who has given us life, sustained us, and allowed us to reach this day.