The Little Drummer Boy

For two years now this has been my favored Christmas book.  More often than not my throat clenches up when I read/sing this to the girls.

Come, they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
Our newborn King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum
So to honour Him, pa rum pum pum pum
When we come.

Baby Jesus, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give a king, pa rum pum pum pum rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum
Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum
On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The Ox and Lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum
Then he smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.

When the drummer boy was told to "come... to honour Him" he quickly obeys.  In this holiday season this first verse quickly sobers me, as I question whether or not I am honoring Him.  

Often I feel like a "poor boy" too, with "no gift to bring, that's fit to give a king."  I am human and make mistakes.  Yet the drummer boy sees what little he has to give and offers, "Shall I play for you?"  

As I try to do what little I can, I know I am rallied with blessings and support just as "the ox and lamb kept time."  I hope that I can someday say "I played my best for Him."