Zacchaeus

He entered Jericho, just passing through

The crowd was gathered, so many to view

But there was a man, a tax collector by trade

Zacchaeus, the rich one who felt so afraid

He was too small to see above the crowd

But his heart was searching crying out loud

So he ran ahead, climbed a sycamore tree

For just one glimpse of divinity

Come down, Zacchaeus don't you see

I must stay at your house it's meant to be

For the lost are found, the broken restored