He was born under a great star,
Bit there were no shepherds
or kings that came from afar.
And his birth had not been foretold,
For his prophets knew
only of sacrifices from old.
This life was of the savage way,
Blood of man spilled
On an altar to a god of clay.
Raised in the temples of darkness
His manhood came from
The abominations unblessed.
He ruled with money and by pride,
In tasks, allowing only his wealth
To be his guide.
But the palaces he had built,
Could not give the right
Pleasure to rid him of his guilt.
What he had hoped was lost to him
For all these stone images could
Not forgive the sin.
Empty, he left all he had gained.
Even his tomb in which, after life,
He would have reigned.
Wandering he sought life anew.
Then he saw a man, from which
Around Him a crowd grew.
Who is this that teaches new life?
The Son of God?, The Savior?,
Or Redeemer of Strife?
He followed Him from a distance,
This man that performed wonders
And spoke to magnificence.
And questioned why, when He was
Seized, for this man, Christ, is
Innocent and should be believed.
From the masses he cried aloud,
But his wealth and riches meant
Nothing within this crowd.
He received Jesus, Son of God,
And realized that by Him,
And only Him, sin is trod.
He was once a savage of sin,
But from Jesus Christ he was
Forgiven and freed within.
The death of Him, he could not bare,
A savage death, a savage death,
Did no one care?
A savage way of life he came,
To end at a savage death
To the one of God’s Name.
As Joseph had given up his tomb,
He too had a place which was left
For a day of gloom.
No longer needed however,
For that place of death was
Given to Christ forever.
But now he heard the women cry,
“the stone was moved”, and
the body no longer did lie.
They talked and wondered how it was,
Then he and another left on the
Road to Emmaus.
Later was when he really knew
That long ago he was chosen as
One of the few.
For on the road to Emmaus
They came upon a man who
Was the risen Jesus.
This life was changed for evermore,
Knowing that Jesus had risen
And made the score.
This may have not been one that was,
But it could’ve been, it could’ve been,
The life of the man called Cleopas.
Selah 
Emmaus by Ronhales Luke 24:13-16