He lay in a manger, yet the world rested in His hands

Deservedly did the Prophets announce, that He’d been born;
the Heavens and the Angels, that He’d been born.
He lay in a manger, and yet the world rested in His hands.
As an infant, He was wordless, and yet He was the Word Itself.
Him whom the heavens couldn’t huddle the lap of a single woman could easily cuddle.
She was toting about on her hip Him who carries her about the universe.

St. Augustine,  Sermons to the People: Advent, Christmas, New Year’s, Epiphany

Augustine of Hippo