Invited to the manger with the shepherds and the sheep
to visit, to behold, to glory, to believe.
The Savior is born for the nations and for me!
But what gift might I bring?
Is there anything of value I have that He might need?
I hear the little drummer boy drum, drum, drum his beat.
Mary sings a lullaby, and the baby goes to sleep.
Is there something I can give he might want to keep?
This is all I have: my life, my words, my poetry.
Invited with the nations, the shepherds, and the sheep
to adore, to abide, to behold, to believe,
invited as a welcome guest to visit the King of Kings!