Does Christmas make you feel like singing?
It begins with a melody, ancient and soft,
the first songs rising from hearts in the Bible—
a young girl’s voice, trembling but steady,
a song of trust, of leaping, of joy.
Mary, just a girl from Nazareth,
a place small enough to be forgotten.
No high standing, nothing remarkable,
until heaven spoke her name.
“You will bear a King,” the angel said,
a King whose reign would outlast
monarchs, prime ministers, and presidents.
Her heart must have pounded—
impossible!
Yet, she sang her yes:
“I am the Lord’s servant.”
Trust unfurled its wings.
Can you imagine her questions?
What will they say? What will become of me?
But joy does not wait for answers—
it moves forward,
a step of faith,
a song of surrender.
And then—leaping!
The first kick of a child in the womb,
John the Baptist stirring with joy,
proclaiming the presence of the Savior
even before his first breath.
How wild, how precious, how dignified
is this hidden moment of life,
where God’s fingerprints trace the unseen.
And when the wonder could no longer be contained,
Mary sang her song:
“My soul magnifies the Lord!”
A nobody,
a humble girl,
seen by the Almighty.
When you are low, you see more clearly—
the desperate need, the vast mercy,
the Savior who humbles himself
to a manger, to a cross,
to lift us up.
This is a song for you, too.
Sing of trust that takes a trembling step.
Sing of joy that leaps in hidden places.
Sing of the One mindful of the smallest,
the One who saves,
the One who turns our hearts into songs.
Original message by Andrew West, The Bridge Church Macquarie Park NSW
The Afterword 
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