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...