UPON THE SCALES

3. UPON THE SCALES

 

In Galilee a new day waxes

One trapped soul gathers taxes

Opens stall and sets the scales

Ignoring those that stand and rail

Cares not a jot to be maligned

For his reward is oh-so-kind


 

Nimble fingers 'cross scales range 

Ensuring Rome's not short-changed 

Once more through his ledger trawls

When all at once a shadow falls

Looming now a figure tall 

Whose merest presence fills that stall

 

Bold His voice and speaks so free

 Yet merely says, 'Follow Me.'

By those words this heart is gripped

From all its loves at once is ripped  

Finds that as his breath quite fails

It’s now his life upon those scales!

 

What gain is it to count the cost

If he that counts at last is lost?

Swift he rises, coins are scattered

Leaves behind a life in tatters

Scaped and free of worldly jostle 

Birthed that day a bold apostle. 


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