Christian Poetry: That's a Rhythm!

Hot light, cold steel 

But her body laid still for the surgeon's scalpe

To do its wonders.

Dressed in blue, her physicians waited patiently, 

Looked carefully and intently at the monitor for a rhythm.

Her time of death about to be announced 

But the eyes of one picked what others saw not. 

Dr. Blue would not give up.  

Charge, clear and shock! 

The order she gave until others could see, 

and she could scream, ''That's a rhythm.''