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ETERNAL PEN
ETERNAL INK

 
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          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 Unknown