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
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
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
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
I actually saw a word stay black as it dried upon the
The angel wrote and I thought I saw a look of
At last he had some print to show for all his earnest
A line or two dried dark and stayed as black as black
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
I knew there was some reason, but as hard as I could
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
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
The details of my journal are the strict accounts of YOU."
"The Lord asked me to watch you as each day you worked
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
"I recorded all your attitudes whether they were good or
I was sorry that I had to write the things that make God
So now I'll tell the wonder of this eternal ink,
For the reason for its mystery should make you stop and
"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
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
"When books are opened someday, as sure as heaven is
The Lord's eternal ink will tell what mattered most to
If you just lived to please yourself the pages will be
And God will issue no reward for you when you get there."
"In fact, you'll be embarrassed, you will hang your head
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
"But you will always wonder as you enter heaven's door
How much more glad you would have been if only you'd done
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
For as yet I still was dreaming I hadn't really died.
And I said: "Oh, angel tell the Lord that soon as I awake.
I'll live my life for Jesus- I'll do all for His dear
"I'll give in full surrender; I'll do all He wants me
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
I'm determined to pursue the things that are holy, clean
"With Jesus as my helper, I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live with Christ for all
And that's what really matters when my life on earth is
That I will stand before the Lord and hear Him say, well
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
I will NOT send blank pages up to God's majestic throne
With God's eternal ink.
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