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They told me.

“A new born King to see!”


“Our finest gifts

we bring to lay

before the King.

So to honor him,

when we come.”


Baby Jesus,

I am a poor boy too.

I have no gift

to bring, that’s fit

to give a King.


Shall I play for you?

on my drum?


Mary nodded.

The ox and lamb kept time.


I played my drum for him.

I played my best for him.


Then he smiled at me.

Me and my drum. 

Posted on Tuesday, December 23, 2008 at 09:41PM by Registered CommenterBrian Rozell | CommentsPost a Comment

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