beat the drums with all the passion in your heart

o drummer boy, i see your heart

i see the dripping sweat in your vestless clothing

i see the sticks slipping from your hands

i see the texts in handwriting, to give is to receive

"there was special grace for drumming today"

what do you do when God gives you sticks instead of mics?

you beat it until praise and worship ends

what can i exchange for what i desire?

i am His fairest angel so he stares at me in completion

my love, do you shine the brightest

you are my fairest angel

the choir is singing

the church is praising

the elder with the tambourine in his hands does a thumbs up

the drummer boy is winning