- I dreamed 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.
- This ink was most amazing,
- Dark black upon his blotter
- But as it touched the parchment,
- It 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.
- And as I watched and wondered that,
- This awesome sight was mine,
- I actually saw a word stay black,
- As it dried upon the line.
- The angel wrote and I thought 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,
- Became 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 must tell you what is true;
- The details of my journal,
- Are the strict accounts of YOU.
- The Lord asked me to watch you,
- As each day you worked and paid.
- I saw you as you went to church,
- I saw you as you prayed.
- But I was told to document,
- Your life through all the week.
- I wrote when you were proud and bold,
- I wrote when you were weak.
- I recorded all your attitudes,
- Whether they were good or bad.
- I was sorry that 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,
- 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.
- When books are opened someday,
- As sure as heaven 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 will hang your head in shame
- Because you did not give yourself,
- In love to Jesus' Name.
- Yet maybe there will be a few,
- Recorded lines that stayed
- That showed the times you truly cared,
- Sincerely loved, gave aid.
- But you will always wonder,
- As you enter heaven's door
- How much more glad you would 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 and 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.
- And though the way seems long and rough,
- I promise to endure.
- I'm determined to pursue the things,
- That are 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 my life on earth is gone
- That I will stand before the Lord,
- And 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.