I Need to Know
I will to know of he who cloaked me in his love, to know of the spirit free to soar above all names;
I need to know the king who reigns in all domains, I need to know, I need the revelation –
I need my revelation of you for me to see your everlasting power & strength you reign with to grip my salvation;
Never erasing who you made me to be, see this is my plea, please greet me with the light of your word,
Enlighten my eye’s of understanding,
I AM –
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,
“WAKE-UP!”
“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…
LIBERTY
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…
Patiently Waiting
by Edward Taylor III
…(sigh)…
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…
Elements of She
by Edward Taylor III
How long will the simple feast at the banquet of fools –
When it’s her insight they hunger for?
She possess a beauty which is to be more sought after than the rarest pearl in the sea.
She veil’s her face behind the shadow of words, to find her is to find understanding.
She walks in a garment meant for royalty.
She stands atop the highest peak calling out to those who need her compelling men to seek her.
Kings lust for her presence, rulers become beggars at her feet.
She is the guide leading men through the mist of choice-
When She spoke to Me…
her voice…
The very essence of reason.
She taught me her way’s;
She showed me great mysteries, & as I rested in her bosom..,
The waters of time stood still, frozen as a river caught in winters chill.
I soon fell in love with the warmth of her inspiration,
& when I awoke!
I found myself wed to her.
(…Sigh…)
awww-
Wisdom…
An Epiphany of ME
Edward Taylor III
God shines down on ME;
The sun smiles down on ME;
I can feel the rain drops of hope that fall to refresh weary dreaming…
ME;
Delighted gazes pierce the silver shaded sky,
Rays of praise parts the grays so I can see…
ME;
God shines down on ME;
The sun smiles down on ME;
Seeing the melody of life flow like musical notes on a page they show…
ME,
A mystery accompanied by blue nights & diamond days they play questions,
Who am I , who am I supposed to be, & most importantly, who did God create me to be?
The answers are revealed as God opens the seals, like an ancient book, exposing…
ME…
I look up to see God shining down on ME;
The sun smiling down on ME;
&
I…
Smile back…
You Can’t Sift Me!
By Edward Taylor III
What?!
What are these thoughts trying to penetrate the sanctuary of my mind? What are these invading pressures trying to compel me to lend my members to them?
Pictures of enticing images parade themselves before my mind’s eye. I feel the heat of the fiery darts as they attempt to ignite the senseless passion lying dormant with in my flesh;
Then I catch sight of a second adversary lurking in the shadows; heavy with gloom are the dark unsettling clouds of depression, circling me like a pack of ravenous wolves,
Cold & thoughtless is this spirit with no remorse it seeks to destroy all that I hold dear, then I hear it, the unsheathing of a sword wielded by the third agent of darkness sent against me;
Offence is its name & with carefully chosen words it takes aim with the intent of unleashing ego, anger, & pride, the three-headed beast I keep under lock & key;
I have to stay on guard because with well placed & timed offensive words I could be thrown off my highway falling victim to the three-headed beast. I feel a bead of sweat fall from my brow as the raging battle takes place with in me;
Taking up my spiritual sword I cast down every ungodly thought that tries to exalt itself above my King, remembering the promise I have, my faith begins to compass me about as a shield strengthening my hope quenching all thoughts contrary, as overwhelming forgiveness overruns all offences,
I begin to see piercing rays of light penetrate through the darkness, I exchange this heavy spirit for the garment of praise, I rejoice at the remembrance that my LORD Jesus prayed for my faith to fail not, I shabock my King, then with a loud shout I let out my decree of victory,
“You can’t sift Me”!!!
This is Why I Came
by Edward Taylor III
Who am I?
Well let me explain.
See, you can call me dominion, cause I’m fresh out of religions prison, My boots tread upon serpents & my head bares a crown.
The World-
that’s my kingdom,
The microphone-
that’s my queen,
& this stage here…!
This is where my words paint pictures & then with a melody I delicately places them in your mental mind frame, to be contained, safely tucked away in your dreams.
This is why I came,
Screaming like a wild man in the wilderness!
Messenger is in my name, I was given purpose new life found in divine service,
so how could I be nervous,
This is my stage!
This is where speakers deliver keys which open doors to clear blue skies & open meadows;
This is where wisdom’s cries are amplified exposing freedom for the mind to run & explore.
This is why I came,
For my name also contains Gods salvation,
& yes,
I can hear what your soul is craven,
No more vanity it’s say’n:
no more dreams slain by thieves in the night, no more hopeless delusions & empty promises,
no more excuses,
no more tears in the rain;
GOD-
I only crave change….
Well, this is why I came;
Who am I?
I AM Gods messenger of salvation,
&
I’ve come to this stage to deliver to you your liberty;
For this is why I came….
I Didn’t Know
Edward Taylor III
I didn’t know how my ravenous lust would put you in a rush to lend your heart & loan your trust.
I didn’t know that the promise of that day would put you under a curse called ” The Christian Wife of Today”.
I didn’t know how I took you for granted forcing you to obey a husbands harsh commandments.
I didn’t know that the ring would cause a sting from the nine tailed whip my tongue could fling, putting you in slave bondage when your supposed to be my queen;
I didn’t know how far I fell when I failed to source you love; I didn’t know that I would be the cause for your eyelid waterfalls.
I didn’t know that I was the one who was supposed to fill your emotional tank, instead of attending to you I took my seat & commenced to drink, watching NFL highlights, while missing the key to my life…
So I wrote this to apologize, please let MY hand wipe away the tears from your eye’s,
Let me be your king who commands the Oceans to relinquish their pearls to you,
Let me be the man who satisfies your inner girl;
Please let me repay you for the time you’ve lost.
I repent to you & accuse myself, because, without you my good is lost & my favor meets death;
So I ask for your forgiveness with a sincere & sorrowful breath–
Please forgive me my wife…,
I Didn’t Know….
This poem was inspired by the powerful healing ministry my marriage is exposed to. I’m thankful that I’m blessed to say my wife & I are stronger than ever. I’m open with this poem because it’s my hope that it will spark a fire in those who read this, and in those who share with me the same desire for a successful marriage . – Edward T.
URGENCY
By Edward Taylor III
My sense of urgency is burning me,
My tears fall with intense fervency,
The hunger for purpose is yearning to bursting free,
With my eye’s of faith I dissect my path with the accuracy of a surgeons craft;
I can see past the clouds of gray looking forward to my sunny day;
So I pray with expectation, actively wait’n, for the day I will change this nation,
Realizing greatness is patient I turn from frustration, depression, & unrighteous aggression,
I calm my spirit that I may learn my lesson, immersing myself into wisdom,
Preparing my mind to comprehend vision;
MY SENSE OF URGENCY IS BURNING ME SO,
My anxiousness is taunting me like Edgar’s crow,
NEVERMORE!
NEVERMORE!
Nevermore will I allow the trial of my patience to vex me so heavily ;
My urgency is urging me to launch out before my time,
But I will not trade my pearl for swine, this purpose is mine, which I commit to the LORD,
& WE’LL ALL SEE IT…
In his time…
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