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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!

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Searching for Adoration

Storm clouds loom as the day grows dim
My emotions are stirring pressed up to the brim
Weary and angry alone in this fight 
Discouragement whispers, “There’s no joy in sight.”
Feeling tired and empty, forgotten by friends
Bitterness festers my soul starts to rend 
Christmas is nearing, just a few days away
And in the gathering darkness this song starts to play
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him, 
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.
” 

Adoration in theory is a wondrous thought
It’s glorious worship, fervently wrought 
It’s the devotion of children and the reverence for kings
It’s the deepest of loves that redeemed souls can sing
So what does one do when the fervor is gone?
When reverence is dampened and the soul feels drawn?
How does one worship in spite of the gloom? 
Where is the spark when you’re running on fumes? 
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him, 
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.

Searching in silence, waiting for words 
I sit in the heat and hear the chirping of birds 
There’s the scratch of a lizard, climbing my wall
There’s a sudden loud thud as a dry branch falls
A battle is raging in the depths of my heart
For I long to adore him, but I can’t seem to start
My passion is missing, drained by the cares of this day
Zeal and vigor have all gone away
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him, 
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.

O Come Ye! O Come Ye, to Bethlehem!

Away from your darkness, away from your fear
Away from the doldrums, leave all that is drear
Decide that you’ll travel, then come to the place
Where Jesus, Messiah, first showed his face
Where wrapped in a cloth, he lay in a manger
Staring at shepherds and Magi, odd-looking strangers
Come to the fields where the angels did sing
Hear the magnificent sounds of their choir ring
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him, 
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.

To come is a choice, I now have to make
To rise above feelings, not drown in their wake 
To choose to be faithful, to choose to obey
To choose to rejoice in the miracle that day
Adoration will follow as I gaze at the one
Who left the glories of heaven, an obedient son
In the noise of the stable, I focus on him
And in the soft cry of a newborn I now hear this hymn
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him, 
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.


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