"Little Drummer Boy"
Come, they told me (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
A newborn king to see (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
Our finest gifts we bring (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
To lay before the king (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum) [x 3]
So, to honor Him (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
When we come
Little baby (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
I am a poor boy too (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
I have no gifts to bring (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
That's fit to give a king (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum) [x 3]
Shall I play for you (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
On my drum?
Mary nodded (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
The ox and lamb kept time (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
I played my drum for Him (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
I played my best for Him (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum) [x 3]
Then, He smiled at me (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)
Me and my drum
This is one of my favorite Christmas songs (done by Jars of Clay).
So, I know that Scripture has no mention of a drummer boy at the birth of Jesus. I know that on earth it would be impossible for an "ox and lamb to keep time" (but Balaam's donkey did talk).
But still, it is one of my favorites. A child comes seeing the treasure that Jesus is, and desires to give sweet Jesus his best. Every time I hear the words "I played my best for him (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum) Then, He smiled at me," I believe that I am enough "Just as I Am," and that that smile from my Jesus comes because he sees that I get it! "The things of earth become strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace."
We have gifts to bring to Jesus (He designed us that way!). I have been thinking today about what gift(s) I would bring. I'd bring celebration and a song.
I'd throw a big party for that baby Jesus, invite everyone, rent the biggest hall, get a band, dance floor, food, banners, balloons, lights... and I would CELEBRATE cause God with us is here! I see the smile on His face just thinking about it. Imagine dancing with the King!
And I'd bring a song. I would want to hold sweet baby Jesus. I'd find a quiet place, in a little room, with a rocking chair, and look into the face of the One who made the stars and the moon that fill that little room with light, look into the face of the One who fills my heart with Light. I'd take in every little finger,and those sweet hands (knowing His future, and ours because of Him), I'd smell him, and breath him in. I would hold Him (knowing it is He who holds me) and sing
I love you Lord And I lift my voice To worship You
Oh my soul rejoice Take joy my King In what you hear
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound In your ear
And you, what gift(s) would you bring?