As Jesus walked down the dusty road
The crowds gathered the Lord to behold.
They all struggled to find some space
So they could each see his face.
But there was one pushed to the back
For in him, great stature lacked.
He was not given space to spare
For he was a sinning tax collector.
But then he found a sycamore tree
And climbed up his Savor to see.
Then Jesus looked at this face
And preached the gospel at his place.
That tree with a role so small
Was used by Jesus for this sinner’s call.
For by its branches and its leaves
It changed this man’s eternity.
So it is today for you and me
To our fellow man, we must be a tree.
Lifting Christ up to our fellow neighbor
So they can see our loving Savior.
