Once we where in the bonds of a guilty conscience, once our past sin’s choked any hope of freedom: But now our way of escape has come; (Rom 8:1) There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.

Prison of Vanity

by Edward Taylor III

I had a dream I was crashing into moments, blinded by the glare of memories;

Misdirected missteps led me to a void of emptiness,

In this, existed dreams which became toys of affectionate wishes.

Here – vision groaned for an exorcism out of vanities prison, with bloody finger nails creativity clawed at the wall of deceptive reality,

Painful memories & fearful moments bind the mind leaving it blind, Subdued by consistent doses of disappointment,

Until original purpose & intent became merely faint voices in the distant wind;

Here dominant are the figments of the imagination, which offer fragments of dis-eases…

A sudden shout grips my ear,


“Grab my hand & I’ll lead you out!”

Grace grips my hand resurrecting hope, faith opens the prison gates, my footsteps pound the past I swiftly forsake,

As I exit through the gates of condemnation the mark of bondage is suddenly erased by one word forgiven…

I had a dream I was living in purpose, a King drinking from the fountain of life, having escaped the corruption of memory, free from the bondage of who I used to be…

(Jam 1:25) But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed.

by Edward Taylor III

I never knew I would’ve made it through with so much in
front of me still yet to do.

Oh LORD you know the time & the season, when I’ll find myself in front of the door, open to limitless possibilities;

I’ll go in this time having received liberty to walk free, a prince
sitting among princes I’ve been made to be.

The LORD caused me to stand still when I would’ve retreated, By Gods provision I found what I needed,

The past I feared – I’m no longer doomed to repeat it;

The enemies that besieged me are now defeated.

Through all my trials Gods seed still remains, through struggles,
heart ache, & pain…

God showed me the difference between that which endures and that which is vain,

Nolonger carrying the shame of my history I’m now able
to walk in Gods liberty;

Liberated to walk as Gods holy flame a meek minister speaking the truth that breaks the chains;

By love God removed frustration –
Now I’m free to reach my finish line destination;

Walk with me that you may taste & see how sweet is this
glories l i b e r t y…

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. (Heb 11:1) So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. (Rom 10:17) All that I am, all that I am pressing towards, my dreams, my hopes & the manifestation there of; are the reasons I AM…


by Edward Taylor III

I’ve been uniquely made to walk a road that’s been laid – paved by words anointed,

Faith Driven…

Before time was expanded – this was written,

Faith Driven…

Grace giving power to stride, as wide as the length of the wind, infinite is my beginning eternal is my end,

Faith Driven…

My righteous soul bends, at a whim, for my kings command;

Though clothed in man, I am so much greater, I’ve been made a partaker of the divine nature,

Faith Driven…

With one life deleted newness has been preceded by word & breath,

Spirit enlightened, awakened from the slumber of death, now with Gods inception my eye’s project,

Dreams of purpose I must protect,

Faith Driven…

Living in word – the bread of life, I heard to hear the hope that draws near;

This is what drives me to Faith, Hope, & Love, pressing for the greatest of these,

Pressing for the manifestation of three –

Faith Driven…

(James 1:3-4) “Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.” In this furnace I have shed my tears, lifted my voice, & cast my cares, now the trial begins, with my eye’s focused on the end I stand in the mist of the forging flame…

Patiently Waiting

by Edward Taylor III


All I want LORD is some peace of mind , some peace in my time, time to relax, reflect, & reconnect with self, To self adjust cause perfection is a must;

God must have an extraordinary reason for my breath’n,“Be in tune” I keep thinking, “you’ll get there by faith understanding & grace;”

But what I’ve faced on this journey to my promise land, has not made me a fan of the trails I’ve endured, nor the ones yet to come,

So come what may, may God allow me to stay on this path of gold leading me to riches untold, knowledge unfolds mysteries, “cold peace!”, is my speech revelation speaks, truth explodes, & strong delusion grows quiet,

This small flame has turned into a RIOT OF PRAISE, which changes the tone of my complaining, My heart-felt real, my way now is sealed, so rejoice! & again I say rejoice for my voice has declared Gods good & complete works,

Yes – all this was, is , & will be worth it, for it’s all for my good that at the end my legacy will be perfect, perfectly established hand-crafted by the Masters hands THAT’s the testimony of this man…

(Matt 5: 14-16) “Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.” When God has completed his preparations, know that your moment has come, recognize you are no longer hidden from the world, realize you are now…


by Edward Taylor III

My eyes widen with a sudden rush of blood to the head, Like a high school crush this lust has crushed all reason,

I grasp my chest to catch my breath, breathing in this moment, absorbing every detail, My body frozen in an intense spell;

Then they call me to front, each motion to the stage is a fantasy turned reality, Stepping to the microphone I switch my voice to swagger tone,

As I stand flat-footed,

I examine my gun, load my bullets, spoken word in the chamber, the crowd screaming for me to,

“Pull trigger!”

So I unleash words in rapid fire rhythm causing casualties of the mind;

Thoughts are transformed, spirits awakened, & hope is taken to new highest, metaphors pound on drums of the ear,



The flow dripping from tongue, flood victims of poetic truth now I leave you,

Touched by passion & exposed to greatness,


Unshroud your eye’s…