GOD'S ETERNAL INK
I dreamed I was in heaven
Where an angel kept God's book.
He was writting so intently
I just had to take a look.
It was not, at first, his writting
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 writting,
But as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing
With that strange eternal ink.
The angel took no notice,
But kept writting on and on.
He turned each page and filled it,
Til all it's 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 angels 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 erternal ink.
The mystery burned within me,
And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me
Of this 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 writting'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 ask 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 it's 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 writting 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 embarassed,
You will hang your head in shame,
Because you did not give yourself,
In love, to Jesus's 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 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 Unknown~
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