by Edward Taylor III
Stance firm in the midst of distracting life storms perfecting faith through the trials I face storm raging but it can’t erase the foundation, or whom my promise is based in, so I look towards the on coming clouds of intimidation realizing the strength with-in as I face them. I peruse my breakthrough found in the eye of this tempest no rest in this, I press until I enter. A child becoming Son, a being overcoming everything contrary, this storm has perfected me to a place known as ‘Fearless’ all the overcomer’s feel this, we persist with urgency ’till we all see that they see Kingdom coming, Son’s of God running domains putting to use the treasures gained from the pouring rain, Let us Reign rescuing creation from the hand of the cruel, we duel ’till victory we see drawing our weapons, swords of the Spirit swing as we decree this freedom the blind couldn’t see. So though the waves may rise my eyes remain focused on the prize captured at the end of this trial. Now a more precious then gold faith unfolds, a product of the storms that opposed… I smile as they pass under Me….