Zacchaeus hid among leaf-covered branch
Of the infamous syc'more tree,
Away from the judgmental eyes of man
But from where he could clearly see.
Imagine now just how Zacchaeus felt
When Jesus had passed by his way
And then looked him squarely in hopeful eye
And beckoned him down on that day.
No rebuke or scorn was ever spoken,
Such love like this man was untold;
In haste Zacchaeus repented of sin,
"All taken I'll return four-fold!"
Just Christ's mercy and grace, not rejection,
Full pardon that day he received;
Zacchaeus had at last found acceptance
From Jesus on whom he believed.
Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
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