Then Peter’s heart, burning inside him, with the ‘sifting’ coinciding, ran to see what he could not yet understand. ‘Til Jesus broke bread with thanksgiving, they could not tell he was living. There the joy of every Gospel song began.

I will sing.

‘Twas later on, that very day, nearly seven miles away, two would share within the company of the Lord. He restored to them their vision. They saw who had been risen. And more glory came, remembering His Word.

Did not their hearts burn there inside them, when the Master walked beside them, whose Holy Face they could not recognize? Until He broke bread with thanksgiving, they could not see He was living. There the joy in that He opened up their eyes.

I will sing.

So now we also have today, where by grace we have been saved, through our faith unto the glory of the Lord. “Peace, be with you!” our commission. To tell all that He is risen. And more glory comes, remembering His Word.

Do not our hearts burn here inside us, while the Master walks beside us—as we wait to see His promises fulfilled? Until we break bread with thanksgiving, in the Kingdom of His living—where the life of every trusting heart is willed?

I will sing!