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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