Were Our Hearts Not Burning, as we walked,

                a dusty road, listening to stories of the Torah fulfilled.

Of a Man killed by the romans, in Jerusalem last week,

                 a friend of ours, you should have known.

 

Were Our Hearts Not Burning, as we invited Him home,

                 to break bread and rest awhile, quench Our thirsts.

He took the bread, broken with His identity,

                 it was the Christ, there with us all along.

 

Were Our Hearts Not Burning, from this day on,

                  breaking open new scripture for our souls.

How could we have not seen Him, all that time?

                 Walking alongside us, teaching, listening on the dusty road.

                     Jesus … rest in me.