   One drum a little boy would tat on, for Jesus had come For one little baby, wrapped in a swaddling cloth Was born in a manger, born to save the lost  This Raggedy Drum, though worn out, and old Gave music to Jesus, as He lay in the cold Born in a stable, with no comfy bed Yet this little drum, would soothe Him, it's said! Little Drummer Boy felt, he must make a way To shower small Jesus, with blessings this day So he took his old drum, and searched high, and low To find baby Jesus, as he walked through the snow Little Drummer Boy worried, for his gift was so small Just him, and his drum, "how could that soothe at all?" For his drum was in tatters, a hole in its skin And he felt in his heart, he would not be let in He arrived at the stable, where Jesus was born And he knocked on the stable door, in clothes all torn To his surprise, he was led to Jesus's side And he tatted his drum, with much love, and pride How humble he felt, when he beat that old drum For he knew it was special, for Jesus had come He learned the best gift of all, isn't bought from store It's the gift from your heart, that means so much more. 11/13/2005        |