"Come they told me....a new born King to see..."
I have no gift to bring. Nothing.
I think of that baby, and that drummer boy so long ago,
I can understand how he felt.
Standing there, waiting, looking, and wondering...
"What am I doing here? How did I end up here?"
Then, looking at his drum,
His one gift...
He could play, for the King...
So he did...And who knows? Fell into memory of many that night...
But I, wonder, if my talent is being played triumphantly as well?
The night seems long, and quiet, and still....
Somewhere, though, I hear a sound growing louder in the distance...
Is it angels descending?
A drummer playing?
Or me, finally shouting out, " Let me play for YOU!"