Dear Drummer Boy
O, precious, little drummer boy,
I often think of you,
For on that special, holy night
you played a tune or two
In honor of the newborn King
who in a manger lay,
You gave the only gift you had,
Your deep love to convey
Oh, surely Jesus slept
more peaceflly that night
as music serenaded him
and stars bathed him in light
Your gift more sweet than
frankincense
Or myrrh or gleaming gold-
was music that welled up inside,
More than your heart could hold.
At times in life we think our gifts
Unworthy since they're small
but God knows when we sacrifice
and give to him our all.
by Sandra Town Lytle
To Return To Christmas
Index Click Here
You are Visitor No:
|
View Counter Stats
bravenet.com