The streets of the city were crowded that day,
The Teacher was coming, He was headed this way,
How my heart leapt within
At the sound of His Name
This man who healed lepers, the blind and the lame.

But the crowds all around me were blocking my view,
And try as I might, I just couldn't push through,
(There's not much to be said for my stature - it's true,
So I ended up right at the back of the queue.)

Then ahead of the crowds in the distance, I see,
Down the long, dusty road, 
There's a Sycamore tree
I was desperate to see Him,
It had to be done,
So I kicked up the dust and I started to run!

My robe snagged on twigs
As I scrambled up high
But I hoped against hope
That He'd not pass me by.
Still, my heart skipped a beat,
When He stopped by that tree,
And He peered through the leaves,
Looking right up at me.

What would He say to a man such as me?
What was I doing there?
How could it be - 
That this wonderful stranger
Should call me by name?
In that moment, I knew, I would not be the same.

The people were outraged - He was going to eat
At the home of Zacchaeus, the swindler, the cheat!
But whenever He spoke, all my pride fell apart,
Until something was changed in the depths of my heart.

The tears started falling, my heart overflowed
I would pay it all back, every penny I owed,
I would give it all gladly, 
I'd do anything,
For this wonderful Man
For this beautiful King!

The love that He showed me
The grace that He gave
Swept over my being,
Like wave upon wave!
What joy filled my soul
And what gladness within,
When the Son of God cleansed me
From all of my sin.