Sometimes the stark reality of this "Earth Life"

Seems to once again veil Your face

And I become like those two traveling to Emmaus

And miss the whole message

Of Your life, Your love, Your grace.

How can I be so blind at times

After all that we’ve been through

To know the walk, the talk, Your Word,

And still not quite know You.

Help me on this journey

As I stumble on ahead

To eat You, to drink You

To see You, to be You

In this "Earth Life"

Not just when breaking bread.