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He was a man of short stature and a little over weight too
A tax collector always wanting more, sort a like me and you
But on that one day when our Lord Jesus had come to town
He tried making his way if even to just see His pure white gown

But he was too small and over the large crowd he could not see
So in order to be just as tall Zacchaeus decided to climb a tree
And as the Lord came near He looked right up at Zacchaeus' face
Calling him down by name He made clear the work of God's Grace

Jesus said come down Zacchaeus immediately I will eat at your place
Now all the others this they would see and wonder why such the case
But to them Jesus paid no mind and ate with whom many called a thief
As it was always the sinner Jesus would find to all of the others disbelief

For as together they ate it was this simple sinner who came to repent 
As the others had to wait in not really knowing what Jesus' Words had meant 
Zacchaeus gave away half his money and paid back four times what he stole
For now this simple man could see that all true gold is stored up in the soul

 Luke 19:1-10

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