Wednesday, 26 October 2011

HIS dream ¤

I dreamed I was in
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
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
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
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
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.

Monday, 10 October 2011


Today we mourn the
passing of a beloved old friend by
the name of Common Sense who
has been with us for many years.
No one knows for sure how old he
was since his birth records were
long ago lost in bureaucratic red
He will be remembered as having
cultivated such value lessons as
knowing when to come in out of the
why the early bird gets the worm
and that life isn't always fair.
Common Sense lived by simple,
sound financial policies (don't spend
more than you earn) and reliable
parenting strategies (adults, not kids,
are in charge).
His health began to rapidly
deteriorate when well intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in
Reports of a six-year-old boy
charged with sexual harassment
kissing a classmate; teens suspended
from school for using mouthwash
after lunch; and a teacher fired for
reprimanding an unruly student,
only worsened his condition.
It declined even further when
schools were required to get parental
consent to administer aspirin to a
but, could not inform the parents
when a student became pregnant
and wanted to have an abortion.
Finally, Common sense lost the will
to live as the Ten Commandments
became contraband;
churches became businesses; and
criminals received better treatment
than their victims.
Common Sense finally gave up the
ghost after a woman failed to realize
that a steaming cup of coffee was
hot, she spilled a bit in her lap, and
was awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in
death by his parents, Truth and
Trust, his wife, Discretion; his
daughter, Responsibility;
and his son, Reason.
He is survived by two stepbrothers;
My Rights and Ima Whiner.
Not many attended his funeral
because so few realized he was
If you still know him pass this on, if
not join the majority and do nothing.