I dreamt 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."

The ink was most amazing,
Dark black upon the 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 on writing on and on,
He turned each page and filled it,
Till all it's space was gone.

I thought he wrote to no avail,
His efforts were in vain,
For he wrote a thousand pages,
That he's never read again. no

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 with in 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 to 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,
And 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 will tell the wonder,
Of this 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 writing faithfully,
And let the ink do all the rest,
For it is able to decide,
What is useless and what's the best.

And God ordained that as I write,
Of all you do and say,
Your deeds that account 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 will be embarrassed,
You will hang your head in shame,
Because you did not give yourself,
In love to Jesus' name.

Yet may be there will be a few,
Record 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 had done more.

For I record as God sees,
I don't stop even to 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 will live my life for Jesus,
I will do all for His dear sake.

Although 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."



© Godfrey Jethro Nsubuga