Matthew, the Tax Guy

He drew me out of Custom
One noon hour’s teaching spree
A head all full of numbers
A shyster, that was me.
So used to ripping people off
And gaining by the week.
I fancied Roman bullying
And used the bench to seek
Advantage and the friends of strife.
Publicans and such.
But on that mid-day
Healing came.
A palsied wretch He touched.
Sin gone He said, and walking too.
The man came through the roof.
Some friends had lowered
With a rope.
This Priest brought power and truth.
Quite stunned I was
And back to work.
Transfixed by what I saw.
And Jesus blessed our Jewish state
Wth so much more than Law.