Here’s the thing. I am a church musician and it is Christmas time. Advent. The holiday season. I’ve been working on Christmas music for weeks, so my head and my hands are full of it. Honestly, it’s really easy for me to become jaded about Christmas music and Christmas in general. Musicians, especially church musicians, work so long and so hard on the music that we tire of it early on… just get it over with already and move on!
Not so for me. Christmas time is no different for me than any other time of the year. My music is my worship. My music is my offering to God. My music is my sacrifice of praise. At Christmas time, like every time I sit down to play, I sing the words in my head. I hear the lyrics of songs like Angels From The Realms of Glory (the song in my head this morning) and I am once again brought to my spiritual knees that God would love us, love ME, so much that He would be willing to send His one and only Son to this earth so that I could have life eternal. Forever. Never-ending.
Angels from the realms of glory
Wing your flight o’er all the earth
Ye who sang creation’s story
Now proclaim Messiah’s birth
Come and worship.
Come and worship.
Worship Christ, the newborn King!!!
The Angels who were there at the very beginning of creation are the same Angels who heralded the message that Jesus Christ was born, that God’s Son had come to earth in the form of a tiny baby. Humble, poor, human, divine.
These same Angels bid us to come close to Him and worship Him. One of the Christmas songs our choir is working on is my very favorite this season, and I am overcome with emotion every time I play it. Here are a few lyrics from this precious lullaby.
Love came gently, soft as a baby
Born to a lowly virgin girl
Wrapped in rags and laid in a manger
Love came gently to our world
No applause, no fanfare of trumpets
Heralding Hope had come to earth
For the Promise tenderly entered
Choosing, instead, a humble birth
My newborn grandson has been here with his mommy for a couple of weeks, which gives me a whole different perspective on Jesus’ choice to come to this world as a newborn infant. Completely dependent on his mother for every need. Soft and warm, snuggling up to his mother’s neck as she kisses his head. All of His divinity and Lordship packed into a tiny 8 pounds of vulnerability. “Love came gently, sweetly, to save us, knowing the price He’d have to pay. And to all who trust in the Savior, Love comes gently still… Today.”
Here’s the thing. I am a church musician and it is Christmas time. Advent. The holiday season. I’ve been working on Christmas music for weeks, and my heart is full of it!!!
Angels From the Realms of Glory Words by James Montgomery and music by Henry T. Smart.
Love Came Gently Words and music by Marty Funderburk.