The Maker of Time Became Flesh . . .

Read Luke 2:1-20

I saw this poem in a church bulletin many years ago. Whenever I read the Christmas story I think of this poem with all of it’s amazing contrasts. Enjoy.

The Christmas Sermon of St. Augustine

When the maker of time, the Word of the Father, became flesh,

He gave us His day of birth in time.

Today Christ is born.

And He, without whose bidding no day runs it’s course,

In His incarnation reserved one day for Himself.

God Became man.

For He, Himself, with the Father, precedes all spans of time,

But on this day, issuing from His mother, He stepped into the tide of years.

Glory to God!

Man’s Maker was made man, that He, Ruler of the stars,

Might nurse at His mother’s breast,

That the Bread might be hungry, the Fountain thirst,

The Light sleep, the Way be tired from the journey.

Glory to God, Wonderful circumstance.

The Word was made flesh that the Truth might be accused by false witnesses,

The judge of the living and the dead by judged by a mortal judge.

Justice be sentenced by the unjust, the Teacher be beaten with whips,

The Vine be crowned with thorns, the Foundation be suspended on wood!

That Strength might be made weak, that He who was well might be wounded,

That Life might die.

Alleluia!

Glory to God in the highest!