HIS DRUM WAS HIS GIFT

To give he had nothing, this boy all alone,

Poor was he, nothing to own.

A gift for a king, a babe in a manger,

Something to offer this little stranger.

He searched and he asked the wise men of the land,

“What shall I do, only a drum in my hand”

His drum was his gift, yes! this was it,

He’ll play and play, they’ll watch as they sit.

They watched as he played, what a spectacular sight,

He banged on his drum under the stars of the night.

With tears in his eyes but a smile on his face,

HIS DRUM WAS HIS GIFT, it was Christmas born 

In this place.

Keith Garrett