Eternal Ink...(Inspirational Poem)

[BlkManWithSomeSense]

I didnt write this but it's a poem that I've had with me for some time. I hope it inspires you as much as it has done for me.

ETERNAL INK​

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 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.​

 

[Shimmie]

I didnt write this but it's a poem that I've had with me for some time. I hope it inspires you as much as it has done for me.

ETERNAL INK​

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 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. ​

Man of God...this is beautiful.

Although 'written' by another, it's still you, "The Writer" who speaks. We listen and as always our hearts are truly blessed.

Continue to bless us.

 

[pebbles]

That was a really nice poem!

 

[BabeinChrist]

I loved that! Do you happen to know who wrote it?

 

[BlkManWithSomeSense]

I loved that! Do you happen to know who wrote it?

It took some considerable searching but heres what I found:

"Craig Pitts, then pastor of Evangel Community Church in Chatham, Ontario, Canada, wrote the poem some years ago. He recited the poem several times, often with dramatic effects.
Pastor Pitts is presently the coordinator for missions in Eurasia for the Pentecostal Assemblies of Canada. He is situated in the Ukraine"