Zacchaeus

Jesus came to town that day
Crowds about him blocked my way
But tumult there in Jericho
Did not lay my ambition low
And though I be a little short
A tree to which I could resort
Might afford an only view
Of him who offered something new
So, higher, higher up the tree
To seize an opportunity
And then, amazing everyone
He came to me, alas, undone
Despised by all for what I am
Yet, still a child of Abraham
“Come down,” he said and knew my name
That day that altered everything
A visit from the changeless One
Who changes all to gain a son
A day that I will long recall
When I gave some and got back all.

 

–Weylan Deaver