A jot, a whit, a very small quantity
Everyone knows what it is.
Used as punctuation, I submit its true quality
To hint at a perspective in God’s abyss.
That Book of Life we are all in
Does it merely record our names?
Are our deeds and misdeeds, a single sin,
Documented and filed with all our aims?
Imagine that ginormous tome.
Compare that with the Bible
We see how a chapter or verse hits home
And the Holy Spirit becomes enabled.
The massive works of the believers on earth
Only takes up an iota
In the book now being written - we see only its birth
For the eternal Book will not meet its quota.
Your entry, your life, your impact indeed
Will barely make a mark.
When the Book Of Life in heaven is decreed
Be one that started a spark!
The one who is victorious will, like them, be dressed in white. I will never blot out the name of that person from the book of life, but will acknowledge that name before my Father and his angels.” – Revelation 3:5
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