written by Pastor Craig F. Pitts of Chaham, Ontario

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 actions

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;

'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.

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