Hark – Luke 2

Wake up, the angels sing—
an ancient hymn unfurls,
invitation stitched into every note.

Come.
The first cry of Christmas,
frail and fierce,
breaking the slumber of a weary world.

What child is this,
laid in a manger,
when glory could dwell in temples?
What holiness stoops low
to a cradle,
to be clothed in the fragile flesh
of the very ones who wander far?

Solomon marvelled once—
fire descending on stone and gold.
But here, something more:
eternal splendour stripped bare,
resting on a mother’s lap,
held in trembling arms.

The hills knew his story first—
watchers of lambs without blemish,
set aside for a thousand altars.
How strange to see the Lamb of God
resting where they rest,
a manger safe for the sacrifice
born to be broken.

Angels fill the skies,
not with the clash of arms
but with songs of peace.
This child does not come with soldiers,
but with hands open to receive
the nails of redemption.

Hark.
Wake up, for this is momentous:
God with us.
Not on a throne distant and untouchable,
but here—
vulnerable,
fragile,
ours.

Original message by Andrew West, The Bridge Church Macquarie Park NSW