Eternal Ink

Eternal Ink

Eternal Ink

I dreamt I was in heaven where an angel kept God’s
book,
He was writing so intently I just had to take a look.

It was not, at first, his writing that made me stop and
think,
but the fluid in the bottle that was marked eternal
ink.

The ink was so amazing, dark black upon his blotter, but
as it touched the parchment became as clear as water.

The angel kept on writing but as quickly as a wink, the
words were disappearing with that strange eternal ink.

The angel took no notice but kept writing on and on, He
turned each page and filled it till all its space was
gone.

I thought he wrote to no avail his efforts were so vain,
for
he wrote a thousand pages that he’d never read
again.

As I watched and wondered this awesome sight of mine, I
actually saw a word stay black as it dried upon a line.

The angel wrote and then I saw a look of satisfaction,
at
last he had some print to show for all his earnest
action.

A line or two dried dark and stayed as black as black
can
be, but strangely the next paragraph was invisible to
see.

The book was getting fuller the angel’s records true,
but
most of it was blank, with just a few words coming
through.

I knew there was some reason, but as hard as I could
think, I couldn’t grasp the significance of that eternal
ink.

The mystery burned within me and I finally dared to ask,
the angel to explain to me of his amazing task.

And what I heard was frightful as the angel turned his
head, he looked directly at me, and this is what he
said...

"I know you stand and wonder at what my writing’s
worth,
but God has told me to record the lives of those on
earth.

The book that I am filling is an accurate account, of
every
word and action and to what they do amount.

And since you have been watching I will tell you what is
true, the details of my journal are the strict accounts of
you.

God bid me watch you each day you worked and played,
I saw you as you went to church I saw you as you
prayed.

I was told to document your life throughout all the week,
I
wrote as you were proud and bold, I wrote as you were meek.

A record of your attitudes when they were good or bad, I
was sorry but I had to write the things that make God
sad.

So now I’ll tell the wonder of this eternal ink, for the
reason
for its mystery should make you stop and think.

This ink that God created to help me keep my journal,
will
only keep a record of the things that are eternal.

So much of life is wasted on things that matter not, so
instead of my erasing, smudging ink and ugly blot,

I just keep writing faithfully and let the ink do all the
rest, for it is
able to decide what’s useless and what’s best.

And God ordained that as I write of all you do and say,
your deeds that count for nothing will just disappear
away.

As books are opened up one day as sure as it is true;
the
Lord’s eternal ink will tell what mattered most to
you.

If you just lived to please yourself the pages will be
bare,
and God will issue no reward for you when you get
there.

In fact, you’ll be embarrassed you’ll hang your
head in
shame, because you did not give yourself fully in His
Name.

Maybe there will be a few recorded lines that stayed,
showing the times you truly cared sincerely loved and prayed.

But you will ever wonder entering heaven’s door, how
happier
you may just have been if only you’d done more.

For I record as God sees I don’t stop to even
think,
because the truth is written with God’s eternal
ink."

When I heard the angel’s story I fell down, wept and
cried,
for as yet I still was dreaming, I hadn’t really
died.

And I said: "O angel tell the Lord that soon as I awake,
I’ll
live my life for Jesus - I’ll do all for His dear
sake.

I’ll give in full surrender; I’ll do all He wants
me to; I’ll turn
my back on self and sin and whatever isn’t true.

Though the way is long and rough I promise to endure, I
determine to pursue those things holy, clean and pure.

With Jesus as my helper I will win lost souls to Thee, for
I
know that they will live with Christ for all
eternity."

And that’s what really matters when life on earth is
gone,
that I will stand before the Lord to hear Him say well
done.

For is it really worth it as my life lies at the brink? and
I
realize that God keeps books with His eternal ink.

Should all my life be focused on things that turn to
dust?
From this point on I’ll serve the Lord I can, I will, I
must!

I will NOT send blank pages up to God’s majestic
throne,
for where that record’s going now is my eternal
home.

I’m giving all to Jesus I now have seen the link, for I
saw
an angel write my life with God’s eternal ink.