What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine ain the wilderness, and go after that which is blost, until he find it? And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing…
The bleating voice climed the sycamore, sending shock waves riveting through the ancients. High above my reach times still the passing clouds.
Willows weep the howling winds. Swaying like ancient souls beneath the perennial kudzu. The shepherd surfs the palms to find my soul. Hosanna to my King!!
And, behold, there was a man named Zacchaeus, which was the chief among the publicans, and he was rich. And he ran before, and climbed up into a sycamore tree to see him: for he was to pass that way.
For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost. For the days shall come upon thee, that thine enemies shall cast a trench about thee, and compass thee round, and keep thee in on every side,
Infested woolly and tangled, the lost sheep bleats for the Shepherd’s call. ‘My sheep knows my voice…. Occupy till I come.’
And when Jesus came to the place, he looked up, and saw him, and said unto him, Zacchaeus, make haste, and come down; for to day I must abide at thy house.
And Jesus said unto him, This day is salvation come to this house, forsomuch as he also is a son of Abraham.
For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.
And when he had thus spoken, he went before, ascending up to Jerusalem.
And as he went, they spread their clothes in the way. Saying, Blessed be the King that cometh in the name of the Lord: peace in heaven, and glory in the highest.
And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it,
4Saying, If thou hadst known, even thou, at least in this thy day, the things which belong unto thy peace! but now they are hid from thine eyes.
Gairey
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