You collected terribly tall taxes,
And that’s why many called you a beast,
But then you met the loving Lord Jesus,
And quickly your financial career ceased;
Some felt you were a bloodsucker,
With a black-hearted desire to be rich,
But when you followed the mild Messiah,
Immediately you found your niche.
Perhaps like Scrooge you were selfish,
And you knew not how to love,
But then the Savior softened your heart,
And it became like that of a dove;
Maybe you counted clusters of coins,
And had lofty luxurious goals,
But after the Good Master inspired you,
You wrote a gospel to save sinners’ souls.