Summoned from a Sycamore by Delwin Rees Buckner

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Mar 19, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 12.

Summoned from a Sycamore

By Delwin Rees Buckner

Because his body was so bowed and bent, Not Zaccheus nor other was to blame; He simply bore about the fragile frame An all-wise Lord had leniently lent Until that fatal moment when He meant To crumble it to dust again, the same As when it slumbered without shape or name In Eden's lovely vale of violet scent. Yet fortunate for him he was so small Of stature, else he had not bent the boughs Of that lone, leaning sycamore to see The Saviour, nor had heard His urgent call To hasten down, for that day at his house He needs must share his hospitality.