The Streets of the City were crowded that day, The Teacher was coming, He was heading this way, My heart leapt within at the sound of His Name, This man who healed lepers, the blind and the lame. But the crowds all around me were blocking my view, And try as I might, I just couldn't push through, (There's not much to be said for my stature - it's true,) So I ended up right at the back of the queue. Then ahead of the crowds, in the distance, I see, Down the long, dusty road, There's a Sycamore Tree, I was desperate to see Him, It had to be done, I kicked up the dust and I started to run! My robes snagged on twigs as I scrambled up high, And I hoped against hope, That He'd not pass me by, Still, my heart skipped a beat when He stopped by that tree, And He peered through the leaves, looking right up at me! What would He say to a man such as me? What was I doing here? How could it be, That this wonderful stranger should call me by name? In that moment, I knew, I would not be the same. The people were outraged, He was going to eat, At the home of Zacchaeus, the swindler, the cheat! But whenever He spoke, all my pride fell apart, Until something had changed in the depths of my heart. The tears started falling, My heart overflowed, I would pay it all back - every penny I owed. I would give it all gladly, I'd do anything, For this wonderful man, For this beautiful King! The love that He showed me, The grace that He gave, Swept over my being, Like wave upon wave, What joy filled my soul, And what gladness within, When the Son of God cleansed me From all of my sin.
Angela Jelf Writes... 