I’ve been a short person
since I was a small boy.
The bullies tormented me
and it filled them with joy.
They taunted me, “Stand up Zac!”
and patted on my head.
Their teasing made them feel big
but I wished that I was dead.
I swore I’d get even some day
and have the final laugh
so they’d be like little ants
and me a tall giraffe.
I became a tax collector
and then I was in charge.
I felt I had such great power
which made me feel so large.
I cheated them each time I could
and grew tall with my greed
even though I got even
I hurt those in great need.
When Jesus passed below my tree
he asked me to come down.
I felt my great importance
displayed for all the town.
When I sat and ate with him
he showed a better way
to understand big and small
and helped me learn to pray.
I learned I was a mustard seed
which could grow to a great height
and work for God in good to all
to make things turn out right.
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Ron
Let us consider Paul when he was Saul. If God could accept him and Paul could rise above his past as Saul then there is HOPE for us ALL.
Amen!
Cheers,
Dan
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