The Traveler / Joy Don Francisco

The day dawned in confusion
Like a nightmare with no end
Tired and dreary colors
Ragged hopes that wouldn't mend
The grief and fear of death
Just seemed to hang across the sky
And the pain just kept on burnin'
Though the tears had all been cried

We were talkin' as we journeyed
Toward a quiet country town
When another traveler asked us
Why we seemed so sad and down
It was like a dam that burst inside
As I spoke my grief and woe
Amazed that someone leavin' there
Could somehow still not know

But the traveler called us foolish men
And gall and slow of heart
And he showed us from the Scriptures
God had planned it from the start
But it wasn't till the evening
That our eyes were opened there
And we knew that it was Jesus
But He vanished in the air