Eternal  Ink

Prolog -- Take a deep breath, and get ready
to read a truly awesome "dream" poem, by:
Craig F. Pitts.


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 in vain,
For he wrote a thousand pages,
That he'd never read again.

And as I watched and wondered,
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,
He wrote 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 didn't grasp the significance,

The mystery burned within me,
And I finally dared to ask,
The angel to explain to me,
Of this 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.

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,
The reason of 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;
Smudged ink is an ugly blot.

I 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 the things 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 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.

Hopefully, there will be a few,
Recorded lines that stayed.
That showed the times you truly cared,
And sincerely loved and prayed.

But you will always wonder,
As you enter heaven's door,
How much more there would have been,
If only you'd done more.

For I record as God sees it,
I don't stop to even think.
Because the truth is written,

When I heard the angel's story,
I fell down, wept, and cried.
For as yet I still was dreaming,
I hadn't really died.

So I said: Oh angel tell the Lord,
That as 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 that I'll endure.
I'm determined to pursue the things,
That are holy, clean and pure.

With Jesus as my guide,
I will win lost souls to Thee,
So they too can live with Christ,
For all eternity.

And that's what really matters,
When my life on earth has been run.
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 now God keeps books,

Should all my life be focused,
On things that turn to dust?
From now 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,
Is my eternal home.

I'm going to give all to Jesus,
I now have seen the link.
For I saw an angel write my life,

"He who overcomes shall be clothed
in white garments, and I'll not blot
out his name from the Book of Life;
but I will confess his name before
My Father and before His angels."
Revelations 3:5 (NKJV)

[ By: Craig F. Pitts -- Ed: Anonymous ]


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