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The Sycamore
'Midst the leafy sycamore foliage,
Sat the curious publican chief -
A ringside seat, above the crowd;
The setting was like a bas-relief.'
Hidden from view, or so he thought,
He waited in the crotch of the tree;
And reveled in great anticipation,
To see this stranger of Galilee.
Each moment his heart pounded wildly,
The crowd, was at the foot of the tree;
The Master was speaking so gently -
"Zacchaeus, I'm coming to your house for tea'
With joy beyond all expectation,
He made haste, and came to the ground;
Without further adieu, made confession,
And murmurings spread through the town.
'Half of my goods, I give to the poor,
Naught would I withhold, from Thee -
I'll return fourfold, any false gain,
And start building for Eternity.'
"Today salvation is come to this house;
You've frown tall, like the sycamore tree;
I'll stay by your side, in each valley,
And you can sup quite often with me?
-Elizabeth Wallace Morehead-
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~ ~April 16, 2003~ ~
