I Desire
By Edward (LIMITLESS) Taylor III
Tag: poem
“But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.” -(Rom 7:24) There is a war going on in your mind; a battle between good & evil, righteousness & Sin But the Victory is yours… As soon as you awake to the realization that the fight is to believe Gods word & the one whom he has sent to dispense his grace unto you, until then, your time in the reality of mediocrity will keep on…
TICKING AWAY
by Edward (the Limitless Poet) Taylor III
Time ticking away, bitterness pining at my day, exposing cracks of unresolved frustration & decay…
Time ticking away…
Eye’s bloodshot soaked with tears, glazed over with the cloak of depression;
If I knew the purpose it might relieve the pressure off my surface…
Time ticking away…
Worthless my efforts seem only if time I could redeem:
Only if I could open my chest & let my heart scream,
…HELP ME…
Would my cries be heard? or would tears drop like acid rain corroding all hope?
Time ticking away…
My futures in the distance, will someone teach me how to bring it into today,
To make it alive, to dispel the self lies…
“you can’t make it”
“you’ll fail”
Let the truth in me reply…
GO TO HELL;
Time ticking away…
The brightness of morning marks a new day;
Self speaks with truth language, gloom evaporates away & the showers of night lift;
A multicolored sign of promise bows in the sky, with hope renewed,
I now have strength to pursue & pursue I must cause…
time
is
still
ticking…
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: ( Matt 7:7) We have entered into the seeking season & this is my prayer; MY LORD…
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 –
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,
“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…
Ever have one of those moments where something you’ve thought about all of a sudden makes sence? It’s like a light bulb comes on in your head and you come to the realization of a great mystery, well this is a poem of one of those moments, this is an EPIPHANY ( A sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.) of ME…
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…
And the Lord said, Simon, Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat:But I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not: and when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren. (LK 22:31-32) We stand! We stand on the front lines of a battle which rages in our minds; there are times where it would “seem like” this battle goes ill, BUT TO GOD BE THE GLORY, this is a battle in a war that’s already WON, Therefore I stand with my arms raised & my fists clenched, my shout joining the symphony of victorious lifted voices as we declare to the enemy…
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”!!!
The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.(Isa 61: 1-3) We all have a stage, we all have a message, we all have a purpose in the body of Christ; some will stand with a microphone, some will sit with a pen, But we’ll all in our own unique way loudly say ” For the glory of Christ”…
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….
This poem came after the reveling open heart surgery God preformed during the latest Together Ministry; Much was revealed to me as a husband, things I never considered, things I’ ve grown to take for granted in my marriage; so I wrote this poem as my official apology to my wife, I love you sweetheart, & I apologize…
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.
Sometimes we get so caught up in the urgency of completing our task, trying to grab that last piece of the puzzle that will bring everything together in our lives that we find ourselves forgetting to commit our ways to the Lord, we find ourselves lost lacking Gods direction, we find ourselves burning with intense…
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…
Dusk, So often we pass through this moment of the day, so engulfed in our activities, we rarely find the time to appreciate the amazing gift of masterful creativity displayed for us at the end of each day; I urge you to take some time to stare out your window for just a moment, take a breath, be grateful, & slip away into…
SUNSETS’ PORTRAIT
By Edward Taylor III
A rarely captured masterpiece begins to form with the skillful touch of a painter’s brush,
Clouds lightly shaded with a whisper of rose line a blue highlighted evening sky.
A hint of pollen rides upon the breeze of this soft summers’ eve.
The sun begins to retire its post in wake of night’s new moon-
The horizon dances with the colors of autumn as day fades into night;
The rush of life begins to slow..;
The last burst of orange reclines to memory, & just as briskly as it arrives
It sets.
All that is left is the reflection of what once was
A Day…,
A Time…,
A Life…
All concluded by a moment under the shadow of Sunsets’ Portrait…
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