Eterenal 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.

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

The Angels

May Angels rest beside your door,
May you hear their voices sing.
May you feel their loving care for you,
May you hear their peace bells ring.

May angels always care for you,
And not let you trip and fall,
May they bear you up on angel's wings,
May they keep you standing tall.

Unknown

An Angel With you My Friend

Surrounding you are angels....they are there to guide your path...
If weakness overcomes you, they'll give you strength if you will ask...
They are your protection when life seems too hard to bear...
And though you feel alone at times, the angels...they are there...
Their faces ... may be hidden... and their voices you might not hear...
But they are ALWAYS with you, through your laughter OR your tears...
They'll walk along beside you...they'll guide your steps along the way...
They'll comfort you and hold you...protect you night and day...
They'll hold to your hand tightly...they'll not ever let it go...
And they'll gently lead you forward...taking each step very slow...
For even as you slumber...they watch closely over you...
They are there beside you in each and every thing you do.
When life is overwhelming...and your spirit has grown tired...
Know they'll be there for you...to uplift and inspire...
And when you're torn and lonely...and you see no hope ahead...
Know that they will nourish you...your spirit will be fed...
And if there comes a time in life...that your heart has been broken...
Hear the words, "I'm here, my child"... and know your angel's spoken...
For even in the darkest hour...when all of hope seems gone...
They'll give you strength to live your life...and desire to go on...
And if your faith in Heaven...should ever fade away...
They'll help renew your spirit...and help you find your way...
And even if you're filled with doubt...about the life you live...
Know that they are there to give you all that they can give...
They'll help you in your times in need...they'll wipe away your tears...
They'll show to you compassion...they'll calm your raging fears...
They'll hold your hand, direct you...should you fall from your path...
They'll lift you up to steady you...all you need do is ... ask.
For you see, the Father sent them...because to Him, you mean so much...
That He sent them "just for you", my friend...and your life, they will
touch...
For when you were within the womb...the angels were selected...
To guide you through your lifetime...to ensure you were protected..
They will always be here... they will "never" leave your side...
And upon their strength and guidance, you always may rely...
For even when the time comes... for you to say "goodbye"...
The angels will be with you...they will lift you to the skies...
From the time you were conceived, my friend... until the time of death...
The angels, they are with you....with each and every breath...
And nothing is too difficult for you, my friend...to face...
For you have been presented with a gift of our Lord's grace...
He has given unto you... a protector that is there
To share your burdens with you with Heaven's utmost care...
And no one knows you better...than your angels know you, dear...
For every day that you have spent on earth, they, too were here...
Take comfort in their guidance...draw strength from up above...
And know that their sweet presence...is God's precious gift of love.

--Leigh Engel

TOUCHING SHOULDERS

There's a comforting thought at the close
of the day,
When I'm weary and lonely and sad
That sort of grips hold of this crusty old
heart, and bids it be merry and glad.
It gets in my soul, and drives out the blues,
And finally thrills through and through.
It is just a sweet memory that chants the
refrain,
I'm glad I touched shoulders with you.

Did you know you were brave, did you  know you  were strong?
Did you know there was one leaning hard?

Did you know that I waited and listened and prayed?
And was cheered by your simplest word?
Did you know that I longed for that smile
on your face?
For the sound of your voice ringing true?
Did you know I grew stronger, and better
because,
I had merely rubbed shoulders with you?

MAY THE ANGELS KEEP YOU

May the angels keep you til morning.
May they guide you through the night.
May they comfort all your sorrows.
May they help you win the fight.
May they keep watch on your soul.
May they show you better ways.
May they guard you while you're sleeping.
May they see you through your days.
May they show you new hopes.
May they still your every doubt.
May they calm your every fear.
May they hear you when you shout.
May the angels keep you til morning.
More than this I cannot pray.
And if the angels ever fail you.
Then may God be there that day.

- Author Unknown -

My Guardian Angel

Dear angel ever at my side, how lovely you must be
To leave your home in heaven to guard a child like me
When I am far away from home, or maybe hard at play-
I know you will protect me from harm along the way
Your beautiful and shining face I see not, though you're near,
The sweetness of your lovely voice, I cannot really hear
When I pray you’re praying too, your prayer is just for me.
But when I sleep, you never do. You’re watching over me.
~Author Unknown~

Is Heaven In The Yellow Pages?

Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need her right away.
Operator can you tell me how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part, I don't know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why.
Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me.
Is Heaven very far away, is it across the sea?
She's been gone a long, long time she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how.
Help me find the number please, is it listed under "Heaven"?
I can't read these big big words, I am only seven.
I'm sorry operator, I didn't mean to make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye?
If I call my church maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help that's where we should go.
I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator, I'll give them a call.

Unknown

My Captain

OUT of the light that dazzles me,
Bright as the sun from pole to pole,
I thank the God I know to be
For christ the conqueror of my soul.

Since His the sway of circumstance,
I would not wince nor cry aloud.
Under the rule which men call chance
My head with joy is humbly bowed.

Beyond this place of sin and tears
That life with Him! And His the aid,
Despite the menace of the years,
Keeps, and shall keep me, unafraid.

I have no fear, though strait the gate,
He cleared from punishment the scroll.
Christ is the Master of my fate,
Christ is the Captain of my soul.

--Dorothea Day