Drumming to a different beat may
leave me like a castaway
when all the while the background riffs
intend to love and further lift with beats convey.
My offbeat tempo sounds askew
yet in an orchestra imbues
a different groove and sometimes sends
the music higher to ascend into breakthrough.
We all embody different tones;
apart we play a tune alone.
Together declare rhapsody
as licks I play blend gracefully to praise the Throne.
A different drummer, “broke the mold,”
Is sometimes left out in the cold.
I ache to blend, yet God discerns
it’s for His heart my heart does yearn, thus I’m consoled.
With sticks and brushes, I’ll remain
the drummer with the same refrain
of lavish love and tender grace;
God’s open arms, His warm embrace, welcome domain.
The human body has many parts, but the many parts make up one whole body. So it is with the body of Christ. Some of us are Jews, some are Gentiles, some are slaves, and some are free. But we have all been baptized into one body by one Spirit, and we all share the same Spirit. (1 Corinthians 12:12-13)
Thank you to my lovely friend Cate for the inspiration for this poem.