About Me

My name is Jen Hathorn. I'm a family medicine physician. Since January 2015 I have been living in Egbe Nigeria, which is in Kogi State. I am serving at a bush hospital practicing full spectrum family medicine. I am working with an organization called World Medical Mission which is a part of Samaritan's Purse. This blog is my place to stay connected with you through stories, meditations and pictures. I hope that you enjoy reading the posts!

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Drummer Boy

He was all her eyes could see
Her heart — already full 
Her life that was, had ceased to be 
A mere remembrance growing old 
This constant vigil by his bed 
Was draining more than just her soul
His tiny hand she held so tight
Greedily possessing what part she might
Sweet connection once so commonplace 
Misery’s ice cold grip had wrenched away 
Her face a mirror to her fears
Her prayers drenched in broken tears 
The hour now had desperate grown
His life was ebbing…
         
      his spirit…
           
               flown…
There is no word 
No sound 
No cry
To express such devastation 
One can see it 
Feel it
Hear it
But nothing can explain it …
At last her words poured out 
His life was cut too short
He was meant to play the drum
A drummer for the Lord
But now his chair is empty
His drum will silent sit
No joyful happy chorus played 
He is dead — 
The damage done 
Faithful comes the breath of hope
To whisper sweet refrains 
As light can pierce a darkened room
Grace can heal a mothers pain
Simple, gentle were the words
Yet their power turns the tide of thought
They guide her heart to hidden things
To gaze behind eternal veil
kra, ka, ka, hi
gada, gada, gada
kra, ka, ka, hi
gada, gada, gada
kra, ka, ka, hi
gada, gada, gada
There he stands in worship!
His life is finally whole 
His face is filled with wonder
Love gushing from his soul
His feet join in the dancing
His laugh rings loud and true
And in his hand he holds a drum
Just as you knew he’d do
kra, ka, ka, hi
gada, gada, gada
kra, ka, ka, hi
gada, gada, gada
kra, ka, ka, hi
gada, gada, gada
Right up the golden highway
Straight to the mighty throne
He leads the throng of worshipers
With a beat to make them go
Created for this purpose 
His life is now complete
He’ll extol the King of Glory
With praises oh so sweet 
kra, ka, ka, hi
gada, gada, gada
kra, ka, ka, hi
gada, gada, gada
Kra,..
     ka...
           ka...

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