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I play my best for Him

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The Sunday after Christmas, I stood with the congregation at church to sing songs of worship. The Christmas season was still in my mind, and, as I sang the songs of praise, I thought about the song The Little Drummer Boy. Our family had hosted a family Christmas dinner the day before and I was tired from all the preparations, not just for that dinner, but from all the holiday events of the last few days. I lifted my hands in praise and thought of that little boy playing his drum. He had no gift to bring to our Lord, because none of us have anything of our own. Everything is a gift from God. The drum, the skill to play it, the very breath he breathed was all from God. I felt tired and unprepared to get back to my normal routine. It would have been easy to lower my hands of praise and sit down on the pew, but I, too, wanted something to give our King. In honor and thanksgiving to Him, I offered my sacrifice of praise to the only One who deserves all praise. He gave me many blessings in the previous year and the breath to lift my voice, and I gave Him praise. He is loving and patient with me as I play my little drum. When I miss a beat, He smiles at me as a grandparent smiles at a grandchild, and His hopes for me are big. He is not disappointed or discouraged. He created me with great potential and He loves me very much. He delights to hear me play my drum, and He is honored and glorified in my praises. I just can't begin to understand a love so great! He is glorified in my praises! He is so worthy and holy and I give Him all my praise.

The Little Drummer Boy

Come they told me, pa, rum, pum, pum, pum
A new born King to see, pa, rum, pum, pum, pum
Our finest gifts we 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 honor Him, pa, rum, pum, pum, pum
When we come

Little baby, 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 our 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, me and my drum

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