©️ Dominic Barton Aug2022
Good with numbers and very small
He’d take your money, keeping almost all
Made him rich, and very poor
all that cash, no friends any more
Ate like a king, drank the best wine,
Lived in a palace, thought he was fine
But no one to talk to, no one to chat,
Began to realise he was a bad lad.
He heard about Jesus, miracles he’d done,
The man who reckoned he was Gods son!
Zach ran out the house desperate to see
Couldn’t see through the crowds so he climbed up a tree.
Looked to the left then to the right,
Then straight ahead, the guy walked into sight
‘Jesus’ he shouted, ‘Jesus I’m here!’
‘Come to my house for tea and a beer’
The crowds gasped in horror, they couldn’t believe,
Jesus accepted, they gasped and seethed!
So to Zach’s big house went Jesus to feast
Zach listened and followed Jesus in a heart beat.
So Zach changed his life, he’d heard and took heed
Gave back his money, more than he’d stolen in greed.
Now Zach was a pauper, he’d thousands of friends
The best sort of tale, be blessed, The End.