God's Eternal Ink
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.
As 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 al 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 black 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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