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 played. 
   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 meek. 
    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 and prayed. 
    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. 
       (Author: Rev. Craig F. Pitts>
      
      
      
      
      
What do your pages say?