I have no gift to bring, that's fit to give the King.

Have you ever listened to christmas carols and actually...listened to them? 


This one struck me pretty strong tonight:



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 the 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. 


Okay, so I have to admit. I've grown up disliking this song. The tune is very simple. The lyrics are very repetitive. It's about a boy who plays a drum. Can we get more boring?
Then on the radio tonight, I heard a version of it arranged by MercyMe, and I fell in love. Actually, I got a little emotional. But I tend to do that.

After listening while listening to the song, I felt awful. The God who sees my filth, my shame, delights in me? 

Picture this with me.
I am invited into His presence, and I have nothing to bring to Him except the core of who I am. And who I am is disgusting. But He still draws me into His presence. I'm still welcomed. He tells me to give Him my best, even when I feel it doesn't measure up. He watches me worship, as I am
.....and smiles.

What absolute, incomparable beauty.

I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum 

That's fit to give the 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?

I think the little drummer boy knew what was up.