- 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.