The Tax Master
“Zacchaeus, come down from yonder tree,
And show me to your house for tea.”
Imagine Jesus in that house,
Munching figs with such a louse!
It will taint His pristine name,
Humiliate and bring Him shame.
It could wreck His reputation,
In this hero-seeking nation!
What’s He doing locked inside?
Would He with Zacchaeus confide
The secrets of His Kingdom plan,
With such a small and greedy man?
But after tea, the man reviled
Took on the nature of a child
With newborn presence, like a saint,
He rectified each tax complaint!
Soon wealth within his town increased,
And every citizen could feast
Because that gluttonous little jerk
Showed everyone how tax-cuts work!
Jack C. Getz
Tucker, GA
July 1, 2008
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