Zacchaeus made haste
And climbed a tree.
He was terribly curious
And wanted to see
What Jesus was like.
Odd behaviour you might say
For a man of his station.
A chief tax collector in Jericho.
And rich;
He fleeced others dry.
What could a man like him
Want with Jesus?
Weighing Him up for his tax potential?
Perhaps.
After all didn't this Jesus say
That He owned a Kingdom?
Zacchaeus must have sniggered
And chuckled with glee
When Jesus stopped
Under his sycamore tree.
How those itchy palms sweated
At the prospect of making
A cool fortune.
How lucky could a tax collector be.
Fancy.
The ruler of a Kingdom
Inviting Himself to tea.
No wonder he received Him gladly.
What transpired between the two?
Perhaps, we'll never know.
But little Zacchaeus must have been
A sharp businessman.
After all; he invested everything
In that Other Kingdom.
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