God demands a new song not because He's chronologically needy, but because the Incarnation is so staggeringly excellent that our old hymns won't cut it—Christ Himself is the unwonted praise-song that warrants our most ardent attempts at worship, even though they'll all fall short.
This isn't about novel tunes or fresh sentiment; it's about hearts regenerated by sovereign grace finally able to sing what angels announced and creation groans for: God crashing into history as a baby to reclaim His world and crush the serpent's skull.
So sing, Christian—not because you're manufacturing religious feelings, but because the cosmic King has come, is reigning, and will return to finish what He started in that Bethlehem stable.
