A Man was coming down the road
The crowds were waiting there;
They’d heard that He could heal the sick,
For blind ones He did care.
Among the crowds a little man
So rich and very just,
From his lofty perch his eyes did search
To see this Man he must!
The procession stopped; the Man looked up;
He called him by his name—
“Come down,” He said, “I’ve come to dine;
At your house I’ll remain.”
Oh, what joy as he hurried down
To receive Him to his home,
Questions he had, and thoughts in his heart,
Perhaps He would make them known.
Though half his goods he gave to the poor,
And wrongs were four times repaid,
His heart was searched as he thought on this,
And he pondered what was said.
The light broke through as the answer came
“This day is Salvation come,”
For the Son of man had sought him out,
And had found another lost one.
ML-02/27/1983