Zacchaeus was small,
The others were tall.
The Lord he could not see.
He ran on ahead,
Climbed a tree instead.
Now surely he could see.
Then Jesus looked up,
With you I will sup,
Your home I want to see.
The crowd murmured low,
How can this be so.
A sinner can’t you see?
If I have done wrong,
Zacchaeus was strong,
I’ll restore more, you see.
Salvation today,
Has come here to stay,
Christ wants the lost to see.
The question to you,
Is what will you do,
Christ asks, what do you see?