God's Eternal Ink
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I dreamed I was in heaven
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Where an angel kept God's
book.
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He was writing so intently
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I just had to take a look.
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It was not, at first, his
writing
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That made me stop and think
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But the fluid in the bottle
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That was marked eternal ink.
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This ink was most amazing,
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Dark black upon his blotter
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But as it touched the parchment
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It became as clear as water.
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The angel kept on writing,
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But as quickly as a wink
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The words were disappearing
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With that strange eternal ink.
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The angel took no notice,
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But kept writing on and
on.
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He turned each page and
filled it
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Till all its space was gone.
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I thought he wrote to no
avail,
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His efforts were so vain
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For he wrote a thousand
pages
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That he'd never read again.
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And as I watched and wondered
that
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This awesome sight was
mine,
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I actually saw a word stay
black
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As it dried upon the line.
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The angel wrote and I thought
I saw
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A look of satisfaction.
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At last he had some print
to show
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For all his earnest action.
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A line or two dried dark
and stayed
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As black as black can be,
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But strangely the next
paragraph
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Became invisible to see.
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The book was getting fuller,
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The angel's records true,
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But most of it was blank,
with
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Just a few words coming through.
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I knew there was some reason,
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But as hard as I could
think,
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I couldn't grasp the significance
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Of that eternal ink.
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The mystery burned within
me,
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And I finally dared to
ask
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The angel to explain to
me
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Of his amazing task.
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And what I heard was frightful
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As the angel turned his
head.
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He looked directly at me,
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And this is what he said...
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I know you stand and wonder
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At what my writing's worth
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But God has told me to
record
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The lives of those on earth.
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The book that I am filling
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Is an accurate account
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Of every word and action
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And to what they do amount.
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And since you have been
watching
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I must tell you what is
true;
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The details of my journal
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Are the strict accounts of YOU.
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The Lord asked me to watch
you
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As each day you worked
and played.
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I saw you as you went to
church,
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I saw you as you prayed.
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I saw you when you met
the Lord
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When you were saved from
sin
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I rejoiced with all the
angels
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That you would soon move in
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But how would you arrive?
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What gifts would you bring?
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On that great day in life
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When you stood before the King.
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So I was told to document
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Your life through all the
week.
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I wrote when you were proud
and bold,
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I wrote when you were meek.
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I recorded all your attitudes
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Whether they were good
or bad.
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I was sorry that I had
to write
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The things that make God sad.
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So now I'll tell the wonder
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Of this eternal ink,
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For the reason for its
mystery
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Should make you stop and think.
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This ink that God created
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To help me keep my journal
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Will only keep a record
of
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Things that are eternal.
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So much of life is wasted
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On things that matter not
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So instead of my erasing,
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Smudging ink and ugly blot.
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I just keep writing faithfully
and
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Let the ink do all the
rest
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For it is able to decide
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What's useless and what's best.
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And God ordained that as
I write
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Of all you do and say
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Your deeds that count for
nothing
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Will just disappear away.
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When books are opened someday,
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As sure as heaven is true;
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The Lord's eternal ink
will tell
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What mattered most to you.
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If you just lived to please
yourself
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The pages will be bare,
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And God will issue no reward
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For you when you get there.
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In fact, you'll be embarrassed,
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You will hang your head
in shame
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Because you did not give
yourself
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In love to Jesus' Name.
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Yet maybe there will be
a few
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Recorded lines that stayed
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That showed the times you
truly cared,
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Sincerely loved and prayed.
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But you will always wonder
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As you enter heaven's door
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How much more glad you
would have been
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If only you'd done more.
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For I record as God sees,
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I don't stop to even think
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Because the truth is written
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With God's eternal ink.
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When I heard the angel's
story
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I fell down and wept and
cried
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For as yet I still was
dreaming
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I hadn't really died.
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And I said: O angel tell
the Lord
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That soon as I awake
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I'll live my life for Jesus-
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I'll do all for His dear sake.
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I'll give in full surrender;
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I'll do all He wants me
to;
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I'll turn my back on self
and sin
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And whatever isn't true.
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And though the way seems
long and rough
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I promise to endure.
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I'm determined to pursue
the things
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That are holy, clean and pure.
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With Jesus as my helper,
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I will win lost souls to
Thee,
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For I know that they will
live with Christ
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For all eternity.
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And that's what really
matters
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When my life on earth is
gone
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That I will stand before
the Lord
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And hear Him say, well done.
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For is it really worth
it
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As my life lies at the
brink?
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And I realize that God
keeps books
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With His eternal ink.
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Should all my life be focused
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On things that turn to
dust?
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From this point on I'll
serve the Lord;
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I can, I will, I must!
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I will NOT send blank
pages
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Up to God's majestic throne
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For where that record's
going now
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Is my eternal home.
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I'm giving all to Jesus
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I now have seen the link
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For I saw an angel write
my life
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With God's eternal ink.!
by Craig F. Pitts |
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