This ink was most amazing,            Dark black upon his blotter             But as it touched the parchment       It became as clear as water.           

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.  

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 on earth.                       

The book that I am filling                 Is an accurate account                      Of every word and action                  And to what they do amount.       

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.       

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 usless 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.

Yet maybe there will be a few            Recorded lines that stayed                 That showed the times                   you truly cared                                                        

But you will always wonder               As you enter heavens´s door              How much more glad you         would have been                                         If only you´d done more.    

When I heard the angel´s story          I fell down and wept and cried          For as yet I still was dreaming          I sadn´t really died.   

I´ll give in full surrender;                  I´ll do all He wants me to                  I´ll turn my back on self                and sin,                                   whatever isn´t true.                

 And though the road 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.                                                           

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.