Zach

My name is Zach,
And on looking back,
I wasn't nice to know.
Here are the facts,
I collected tax,
my morals where quite low.

They hated me,
Understandably,
You see, I worked for Rome.
With cash I took,
Outside the book,
I built a lovely home.

Curiosity,
Made me climb a tree,
This healer, was passing through.
He stopped nearby,
And caught my eye,
'I'm having tea with you.'

Oh what a man,
This sinner now can,
Believe He is Divine.
On Him I leant,
Saw the need to repent.
'Zacheaus son your mine.'

This poem was a finalist in the February 2010 poetry contest