by Irene Surya
As the creator paints the sky From the palette of myriad colors At the break of dawn, I climb up high To the swing, up in the clouds. As I swing up and down I look behind to centuries, long ago When the Son of Man Walked the earth. I saw a crowd in liaison Praising the mighty works of God Miracles, mighty and numerous Held the crowd in amazement. But far at a distance Stood the hypocrites Plotting to put to death The Savior of the world. Christ came to die So that we might live. He rose again to glory And is seated at the right hand of God.
Dr. Irene Surya has authored a book of poems, In Solitude with God. She loves and serves the Lord with her husband. A devout mother to two daughters, she has earned her Doctorate in Engineering from a premier institution. Currently, she is teaching in an Engineering institution.
