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§@ªÌ:¤£¸Ô I dreamed I was in heaven. Where an angel kept God's book §Ú¹Ú¨ì§Ú¦b¤Ñ°ó.¦³¤@¦ì¤Ñ¨Ï¥¿¦b¬ö¿ýµÛ¥Í©R¥U He was writing so intently. I just had to take a look. ¥L¼gªº¦n±M¤ß,¨Ï§Ú·Q¤@¿s¨s³º It was not, at first, his writing. That made me stop and think °_ªì§l¤Þ§Úªº,¨Ã«D¤Ñ¨Ï©Ò¼gªº¤º®e But the fluid in the bottle. That was marked eternal ink "eternal ink" ¦Ó¬O¾¥¤ô²~¤¤¨º­Ó³Q¼Ð¥ÜµÛ--¥Ã«íªº¾¥¤ô This ink was most amazing ³oºØ¾¥¤ô¹ê¦b¬O¤Ó¯«©_¤F Dark black upon his blotter .But as it touched the parchment. ­è¼g¤U¥h®É¬O²`¶Â¦âªº,¦ý·í¥¦¤@¸I¨ì¥Í©R¥Uùتº¦Ï¥Ö¯È It became as clear as water. ¥¦ªºÃC¦â´NÅܪº¦p¤ô¯ë³z©ú The angel kept on writing ¤Ñ¨Ï¤£°±ªº¼g ¤£°±ªº¼g But as quickly as a wink ¦ý©_©Çªº¬O The words were disappearing. With that strange eternal ink ¦]µÛ³o­Ó¯«©_¾¥¤ôµ§¼g¤U¥hªº¦r ®ø¥¢ªº³t«×¦p¤@¯w²´¯ë The angel took no notice. But kept writing on and on. ¤Ñ¨Ï®Ç­YµL¤H¤£°±±o¼g ¼g ¼g He Turned each page and filled it . Till all its space was gone. ¥L½°ÊµÛ¨C¤@­¶ ¤£°±ªº¼g. ª½¨ì¨C¤@³BªºªÅ¥Õ³£¶ñº¡¬°¤î I thought he wrote to no avail, His efforts were so vain §Úı±o¥L¯u¬O®{³ÒµL¥\. ©Ò¦³ªº¤O®ð³£¥Õ¶O¤F For he wrote a thousand pages. That he'd never read again. ¦]¬°¥L¦A¤]¨S¿ìªk¦^ÀY¬Ý³o¨¯¨¯­W­W¼g¥Xªº¤W¤d­¶¤å¦r And as I watched and wondered that.This awesome sight was mine ¦bª°ºÃ¤¤ I actually saw a word stay black As it dried upon the line. §Ú²×©ó¬Ý¨ì¤F¤@­Ó¶Â¦âªº¦r¥X²{¦b³z©úªº¦r¦æ¤§¤¤ The angel wrote and I thought I saw A look of satisfaction ¦b¤Ñ¨ÏªºÁy¤W§Ú¬Ý¨ì¤F¤@µ·º¡·Nªº²´¯« At last he had some print to show For all his earnest action. ²×©ó¦b¥L¨º»ò»{¯uªº®Ñ¼g¤¤¦³ÂIªF¦è¥i¥H®i¥Ü¤F A line or two dried dark and stayed As black as black can be, ¦³¤@¨â¦æªº¤å¦r§e²{¥X¶Â¦âªº¾¥¤ô But strangely the next paragraph Became invisible to see. ¤U¤@­Ó¬q¸¨¤S¦¨¬°³z©úªºÃC¦â¦ý©_©Çªº¬O¤S¨S¦³¿ìªk¬Ý¨£¤F The book was getting fuller, The angel's records true, ¥»¤l¶V¨Ó¶Vº¡¤Ñ¨Ï¤´µM»{¯uªº¦b¼g But most of it was blank, with Just a few words coming through. ¦ý©ñ²´±æ¥h ¤@¤ùªÅ¥Õ¥u¦³¤Ö¼Æ´X­Ó¦r¬ï´¡¦bªÅ¥Õ¤¤ I knew there was some reason, §Úª¾¹D¸ÌÀY¤@©w¦³¨Ç­ì¦] But as hard as I could think I couldn't grasp the significance Of that eternal ink. ¦ý§Ú¦A«ç»ò§V¤O·Q¤]·Q¤£³z³o­Ó¯«©_¾¥¤ôªº¶ø¯µ The mystery burned within me, ¯uªº¦n·Q¦n·Qª¾¹D And I finally dared to ask The angel to explain to me Of his amazing task. ²×©ó§Ú¹ª°_«i®ð°Ý¤Ñ¨Ï½Ð¥L¸ÑÄÀ¤@¤U³o­Ó¶ø¯µ And what heard was frightful As the angel turned his head. He looked directly at me, ¤Ñ¨ÏÂà¹LÀY¨Ó©w·úªº¬ÝµÛ§Ú¥L©Ò»¡ªº¥O§Ú¦n®`©È And this is what he said. I know you stand and wonder At what my writing's worth ¥L»¡¡G§Úª¾¹D§A«ÜÃhºÃ§Ú©Ò°µªº¨Æ»ù­È¬°¦ó¡C But God has told me to record The lives of those on earth ¦ý¤W«Ò§h©J§Ú°O¿ý¤U¤HÃþ¥Í©R¤¤ªºÂIÂIºwºw 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 ¦b³o¥»®Ñ¤¤§Ú½T¹êªº¬ö¿ý¤U¤F¤HÃþªº¨C¥y¸Ü ¨C­ÓÁ|°Ê ¦]¬°§A¦b¬Ý I must tell you what is true; The details of my journal Are the strict accounts of YOU §Ú¥²¶·§i¶D§A¹ê¸Ü¥»¤l¤¤ªº²Ó¸`¥þ³¡³£¬O¹ï©ó§A¹d²ÓÃû¿òªº¬ö¿ý The Lord asked me to watch you As each day you worked and played ¤W«Ò­n¨D§Úų¹î§A¤u§@®É®T¼Ö®É I saw you as you went to church I saw you as you prayed §A¥h±Ð°ó®É §Ú¬ÝµÛ§A §Aë§i®É §Ú¬ÝµÛ§A But I was told to document Your life through all the week ¦ý§Ú¥²¶·­n°O¿ý§A¤é´_¤@¤éªº¥Í¬¡ I wrote when you were proud and bold I wrote when you were meek §Ú¼g¤U¤F§AªºÅº¶Æ¦Û¤j¤]¼g¤U¤F§Aªº·Å¬X I recorded all your attitudes Whether they were good or bad ¤£½×¬O¦nªººA«×©Î¬OÃaªººA«×§Ú³£°O¿ý¤F¤U¨Ó I was sorry that I had to write The things that make God sad §Ú«Ü©êºp§Ú¥²¶·¼g¤U¤@¨ÇÅý¤W«ÒÃø¹Lªº¨Æ±¡ So now I'll tell the wonder Of this eternal ink ²{¦b §Ú­n§i¶D§A³o­Ó¯«©_¾¥¤ôªº¶ø¯µ For the reason for its mystery Should make you stop and think ³o­Ó¶ø¯µ¥i¥HÅý§A¦n¦n«ä¦Ò¨ä¤¤ªº·N¸q This ink that God created To help me keep my journal Will only keep a record of Things that are eternal ¤W«Ò©Ò³Ð³yªºªº³o­Ó¾¥¤ô¬OÀ°§U§Ú¥u­n°O¿ý¤U¥i¥H¦s¨ì¥Ã»·ªº¨Æ±¡ So much of life is wasted On things that matter not So instead of my erasing ¦p¦¹¤@¨Ó§Ú´N¤£¥Î¦A§R°£¨º¨Ç¥Í©R¤¤²@µL·N¸qªº¨Æ Smudging ink and ugly blot §â¥»¤l§Rªº¯Qº£ºN¶Âªº I just keep writing faithfully and Let the ink do all the rest §Ú©Ò­n°µªº¬O©¾¸Ûªº¬ö¿ý¤U©Ò¦³ªº¨Æ±¡ For it is able to decide What's useless and what is best ³Ñ¤Uªº ´N¥Ñ¾¥¤ô¨Ó¨M©w¤°»ò¤~¬O¦³·N¸qªº And God ordained that as I write Of all you do and say ¤W«Ò·ÓµÛ§Ú©Ò°O¿ý¤U¨Óªº¨Ó¼f§P Your deeds that count for nothing Will just disappear away ¦Ó§A©Ò°µªº­Y¨S¤°»ò·N¸q¦ÛµMªº´N·|®ø¥¢¤£¨£ When books are opened someday, As sure as heaven is true, ¬Y¤Ñ·í¥Í©R¥U³Q¥´¶}¤Ñ°ó¯u¹ê¦a®y¸¨¦b§A²´«e®É The Lord's eternal ink will tell What mattered most to you ¤W«Òªº¯«©_¾¥¤ô±N·|¤À¿ë¤°»ò©M§A³Ì¦³Ãö«Y If you just lived to please yourself The pages will be bare ¦pªG§A¥u¬°¤F¦Û¤v¬¡§Aªº´v­¶±N¬OªÅ¥Õªº And God will issue no reward For you when you get there µ¥§A¨ì¤F³o¸Ì¤W«Ò±N¤£·|µ¹§A¥ô¦ó¼ú½à In fact, you will be embarrassed You will hang your head in shame ¨Æ¹ê¤W¡A§A·|·P¨ì²Û·\§A±N·|§â§AªºÀY®û¦b²Û®¢¤§¤¤ Because you did not give yourself In love to Jesus' Name ¦]¬°§A¨Ã¨S¦³©e¨­©ó°ò·þ­C¿qªº·R¸Ì Yet maybe there will be a few Recorded lines that stayed ÁöµM©Î³\¦³´X¦æ¦r¤´µM¯dµÛ That showed the times you truly cared Sincerely loved and prayed ¥NªíµÛ§A´¿¯u¥¿ªºÃö¤ß¯u¸Ûªº¥h·R»Pë§i But you will always wonder ¦ý§A¤´Â·|Åå¹Ä As you enter heaven's door How much more glad you would have been If only you'd done more ¦pªG§A°µªº§ó¦h·í§A½ñ¤J¤Ñ°ó®É¨º³ß¼Ö±N·|¬O¦óµ¥ªº¤j When I heard the angel's story Å¥§¹¤F¤Ñ¨Ïªº¤@µf¸Ü I fell down and wept and cried For as yet I still was dreaming §Ú¼³­Ë¦b¦a¤W©ñÁn¤j­úÁöµM³o¥u¬O¤@³õ¹Ú I hadn't really died And I said: Oh angel tell the Lord That soon as I awake §ÚÁÙ¨S¦³¯u¥¿ªº¦º¤`§Ú»¡¡G¤Ñ¨Ï°Ú¡I§i¶D¤W«Òµ¥§Ú¤@°_¨Ó I will live my life for Jesus I will do all for His dear sake §Ú·|¬°¥D¦Ó¬¡§ÚÄ@·N¬°¯«·O·Rªº½t¬G§@¥ô¦ó¨Æ I'll give in full surrender I'll do all He wants me to do §Ú¥Ì¤ß­°ªA¦bÍ¢­±«e Ä@·N·ÓµÛÍ¢ªº¦®·N¦Ó¦æ I'll turn my back on self and sin And whatever isn't true §Ú­n­I±ó¤£¯u¹êªº¦Û§Ú©M¸o And though the way seems long and rough I promise to endure ÁöµM³o±ø¸ô¬Ý¨Ó¦ü¥Gªø¤S±T¹ò§ÚÄ@·N©Ó¨ü I am determined to pursue the things That are holy, clean, and pure ¨Ã¥B¤@¥Í°l´M¸t¼ä¡A²M¤ß¡A»P³æ¯Âªº¨Æª« With Jesus as my helper I will win lost souls to Thee ÂǵۭC¿q¬O§ÚªºÀ°§U§Ú­n¬°Í¢Ä¹±o¥¢³àªºÆF»î For I know that they will live with Christ For all eternity ¦]¬°§Úª¾¹D¥L­Ì±N©M¤W«Ò¤@¦P¬¡¦b¥Ã«í¸Ì And that's what really matters ¦Ó³o¤~¬O¯u¥¿­«­nªº When my life on earth is gone That I will stand before the Lord ·í¦b¥@ªº¦~·³¤wºÉ§Ú¯¸¦b¯«ªº­±«e And hear Him say, well done ¤~¥i¥HÅ¥¨£¯«»¡¡G°µªº¦n¡I For is it really worth it As my life lies at the brink?¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@ Ãø¹D¨Ï§Úªº¥Í©RÀØÁ{¦b¦MÀIÃä½t¬O¦³»ù­Èªº¶Ü ¡H And I realize that God keeps books With His eternal ink¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@¡@ ¡@¡@¡@ ¦¹®É§Ú¤~¤F¸Ñ¨ì¤W«Ò¬°¤°»ò­n¥Î¥Ã«íªº¾¥¤ô¨Ó¬ö¿ý¥Í©R¥U Should all my life be focused On things that turn to dust? 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