Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through it. A man was there named Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector and was rich. He was trying to see who Jesus was, but on account of the crowd he could not, because he was short in stature. So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore tree to see him, because he was going to pass that way. When Jesus came to the place, he looked up and said to him, “Zacchaeus, hurry and come down; for I must stay at your house today.” So he hurried down and was happy to welcome him. All who saw it began to grumble and said, “He has gone to be the guest of one who is a sinner.” Zacchaeus stood there and said to the Lord, “Look, half of my possessions, Lord, I will give to the poor; and if I have defrauded anyone of anything, I will pay back four times as much.” Then Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house, because he too is a son of Abraham. For the Son of Man came to seek out and to save the lost.” Luke 19:1-10
To Save The Lost
Too many nights on the road
in a strange city or right at home
lost among the familiar and strange
a change of weather, a change of heart.
Thinking running away will save us
we find ourselves back at the start
the burdens we carry grow heavier
the fog settles in for the long haul.
Some around us seem to know the way
but offer no help and no directions
they are proud in their smug selves
we know we are struggling and alone.
Love looks for the lost day and night
through fog, storm, wind and snow
we are sought, desired and needed
by the one who would bring us home.