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.

  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: Craig Pitts, Pastor
              Chatham, Ontario