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 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 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
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

(the actual account of a dream)
by Craig F. Pitts