| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Religious >> ID #1192484 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Zacchaeus
What's the funny little man Doing in the tree? I guess he knows that Jesus Frowns on such as he. But then I guess it's like him To try to get a look, But I still say he's got a nerve When he's been such a crook. He's hiding in the branches. He's torn his fancy cloak. If Jesus looks up, He'll see him. And won't that be a joke!. Look! This is rich! He sees him! Let's hear what He has to say. "Come down, Zacchaeus, come down. I'll dine with you today." He's eating with that sinner? Oh this, I can't believe. It can't be that He doesn't know, For Him you can't decieve. Some say He's the Messiah And who knows? He just might be. And yet He cares for sinners! He just might care for me!
© Copyright 2006 Doremi-84 on July 7 (UN: nicegrandma777 at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Doremi-84 on July 7 has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |