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 baby Jesus slept
More peacefully 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.

Sandra Town Lytle