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New Book and Blog Series

So today I want to officially announce the print release of volume number two of my poetry! You can now order “Snapshots: Of the Coming Glory” as a print on demand book immediately through CreateSpace and Amazon!

Snapshots: Of the Coming Glory

I also want to announce a blog series I will be launching soon! God has been laying the subject of prayer heavily on my heart lately; and I have been inspired to run a series of guest blog posts about prayer. We’ll be talking about many different aspects of prayer ranging from the experience of it to abiding in it (and abiding in Jesus) to seeking out the fullness of God through it. The purpose of having guest writers is to encourage you that there are many, many saints traveling along the journey of faith and each one has a unique perspective on prayer as God has and continues to reveal different aspects of Himself to His children at different times and in different ways. I pray that you are blessed through this coming series. Until next time, be watchful for His coming, and may you be blessed by God’s presence until His physical return!

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Newly Penned

Hi all,

I have a newly penned poem that I’d like to share with you! You’ll be able to find this poem and many others in my upcoming book Snapshots: Of the Coming Glory!

Dead Ends and Open Doors

Please, don’t remind me again,
It hurts as deep as any sin,
See me now begin to blush,
See my blood begin to rush
To my head.
Like I said,
The path of pain does only now begin.

Now I can’t say anything.
My ears will not stop from ringing,
Every door has now been shut,
Every trace of feeling, cut,
To avoid.
I am void,
It isn’t hard to refrain from singing.

Savor this grueling essence,
Speak my pain into Your Presence,
Numbing waves of stagnation,
Quite the lack of sensation,
Beautiful.
Surreal,
Crowned by a strange light, holy resplendence.

From whence comes this redemption?
Did I not ask for exemption?
Still, an open door does form,
The LORD Himself does transform
My dead end,
and rescind
Every trace of inaction’s preemption.