The Martyr Chronicles PT 3

‘The Final Moments’
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I awake to find myself once again behind bars looking at the scars on my wrist, I still feel the pain from the whips, my blood drips to the tip of this pen my tears fall to the ground, as I begin to think about the persecution I went through for the glory of Christ, think’n if I had to do it again I’ll still give my life; until death I’m preach’n Christ with my last breath- as I give God the glory a left hook hits my cheek my bodies weak pounding like the bass in a beat; the guards toss me back in my ceil, like I’m some rotten meat. I’m starten to fell scared but I know my Lord is strong so I got to go on in “Mans prison” sing’n my song of freedom: here they come to take me to the chopping block, they slap me in my face & they tell me to “STOP PRAISiNG GOD”, but I can’t- a true saint will never renounce Christ, for His glory I’ll lay down my life….

I take my last steps through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for I know the Lords with me during this time, I hear the chime of the church bells, I’m seeing pictures of saints that where slan before the foundations of time: I’m seeing visions of the throne room- I guess I’ll be die’n soon, for the crime of being a Christian? It’s time for my last words listen; as I tell the guards, “LET EVERY THING THAT HAS BREATH PRAISE YOU LORD”, at that same moment I felt the cold steal from a sword pierce my side; I see a vision of pearl gates…
…as I close my eye’s….

(Matt 10:39) “He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.” Honestly this is totally free style writing, I got that scripture in mind turned on India.Arie’s ‘Good Man’ & just let my fingers go, everything that has been on my heart lately is right here. I hope you enjoy it, this is…

Lose too Gain…
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I sit thinking about how often I call upon my doubts realizing that I’m the reason for where I stand, the iron stone fashions a man who’s desires burn with a yearning for the want, to be noticed, a respect of thee object of his love. The feeling of losing the life he’s known are dull edges upon a blade stone and cold is this mental prison: can you imagine being a slave to your own unbelief, tortured by the glimpses you allow yourself, TOO SEE, longing to be free the word of liberty comes as a key to the trapped desire to run now that the locks have been sprung; I begin…

A journey of self descovery uncovering the nightmares in the dark confronting my fears I fight harder with the loss of each tear setting fire to each fear, WHERE AM I NOW…? This course has collided with the mirror shattered in front of me I nolonger regard who I used to be my identity is found in the anointing of Jesus I AM righteousness a captive of blessing transformed inside out ever growing hopes soak in the oceans of time until at the end of ages I find…
The Answer….