The Word of God, maker of time, becoming flesh was born in time.
Born today, he made all days.
Ageless with the Father, he was born of a mother, entering our years.
Man’s maker became man; the ruler of the stars sucked at a mother’s breasts,
the Fountain thirsted,
the way was wearied by the journey,
the truth stood accused by false witnesses,
the life slept,
the judge of the living and the dead was judged by a human judge,
justice was condemned by injustice,
the righteous was beaten by whips,
the cluster of grapes was crowned with thorns,
the upholder of all hung from a tree,
strength became weak,
health was stricken with wounds,
He humbled himself that we might be raised up.
He suffered evil that we might receive good,
Son of God before all days, son of man these last days,
from the mother he made, from the woman who would never be, unless he made
her. (Augustine, Sermon 191, 1; PL 38, 1010)