To You Is Born

Photo by Suvan Chowdhury

A Poem by Kristine Amundrud

How shall I take delight in him?

No erstwhile thought of precious self

When tossed by wild desire and whim

Fixations on a shelf

How shall I like a sparrow be?

Freely aloft in Bethlehem’s sky

Unloosed of self-regarding me

Look to Emmanuel, I cry

And shall I strip down, heart and all?

Make room for Messiah’s love to fill

Renounce estrangement from the fall

Delight in as He wills

How shall I make this birth my own?

City of David–Christ born to me!

Joy not to rest alone in babe

but gift for all–glad tidings be!

Kristine Amundrud is a wife and homeschool mom to three kids, living between the Rocky Mountains

and Prairies of Alberta, Canada. In the busy day to day, she’s pursuing healing through story work and

writing. Kristine hopes you will find traces of God’s immeasurable goodness in the words she shares.

Connect with her on Instagram @kamundrud.