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I dreamed I was in heaven where an angel
kept
God's
book.
She was writing so intently, I just had to
take
a look.
It was not, at first, her 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
her
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.
She turned each page and filled it, till
all
its space was
gone.
I thought she wrote to no avail; her
efforts
were in vain,
for she wrote a thousand pages that she'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 she had some print to show for all
her
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 her amazing
task.
And what I heard was frightful as the angel
turned her
head.
She looked directly at me, and this is what
she
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
made 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.
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