Redemption – Mark Wayne – Author and Warrior

Memoir Update – Signed Publishing Agreement!

August 29, 2020August 28, 2020 Mark Wayne

It’s official!

*Note: Working title and not actual cover.

Exciting news!!! I have signed a publishing and distribution agreement with Christian Faith Publishing for my memoir. I submitted my manuscript to their review board, they accepted the draft and want to publish my book. Woo-hoo! 😁

It has been a long journey for sure to get to this point, never stop chasing your dreams!
Expected publication date is still to be determined, sometime in early 2021.
Lots to be done before then – editing, proofing, typesetting, cover design etc.

I have been busy drafting my author bio and the book blurb. That is harder than writing the actual book. Who knew? 😳

Book teaser >

When did we come to believe the best thing you can do with death is ride off from it? In Cowboys Are Not Supposed To Cry, Mark Wayne tells his story of living a life with grief beginning in his mid-twenties. #Memoir #AmWriting #UpcomingBook #WritersLife
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I hope to post some excerpts from the forthcoming book as I go through the editing process as well as other updates here on the blog. So be sure to hit the follow button and sign up for email notifications to get the latest.

I would love to hear your initial impressions or thoughts. Your feedback is greatly appreciated and will help guide efforts as I move forward in publishing and marketing.

#LiveYourDreams

Writing

Redemption… (part 3)

May 25, 2019May 25, 2019 Mark Wayne

We search for redemption and forgiveness in the quiet moments of the days that make up our very lives.

And when we find it we are set free from the chains that bind us and the obligations that smother the fires that from our hearts burn so bright.

#JustBelieve #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople

You are so much more than ORDINARY!

Life, Poetry

Redemption… (part 2)

May 24, 2019May 24, 2019 Mark Wayne

Is there enough forgiveness for sins repeated? While searching for redemption and we kept messing up despite our good intentions.

#JustBelieve #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople

Life, Poetry

Redemption…

May 23, 2019 Mark Wayne

We search for the things we believe we need and even deserve. Not realizing that deserve has nothing to do with it for if we truly got what we deserve we could be sorely disappointed. So, we search for redemption midst the fallacy of memories, and the juxtaposition of the past and future in the chaos of the moments we live each day.

#JustBelieve #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople

Poetry

Is there GRACE when SINS are REPEATED??

May 9, 2016 Mark Wayne

It is easy to believe in whispered lies.
As our hearts spiral downward,
a sweet poison is the penalty.
For sins repeated.
On the wings of love we can rise,
from the ashes and darkness deep.
Forgiveness for still believing the lies.

♥

So many lives lie in utter disarray and
forgotten hopes lay quietly.

Yearning for love,
to fill our empty hearts in pain.

Searching for mercy,
to fill our empty souls in need.

Passion ignites a forging of fire and
transcendent love still waits.

As our heart drums and the underworld collides
with the dawn eclipsing the dark.

Eternal brilliant rays of light shoot forth
like arms to hold our wounded hearts.

How many times are we forgiven for sins repeated? In the bible Jesus tells us to forgive 70 x 7 times, so… wouldn’t it stand to reason that God would also forgive us at least that many times? I believe he does, for he his a just and merciful God. I am thankful for this as it allows me to be the complete screw up at times that I am, or just a beautiful mess, and to keep on believing in a better future and a better me. To always try again. What do you think?

Poetry

The Undiscovered

December 11, 2015 Mark Wayne

He dreamed of the undiscovered,
of a place that might lay beyond the distant hills.

Longing for mystery and adventure,
promised by a voice that beckoned from beyond.

She in stoic beauty stood silently by,
watching him as he quickly turned to go.

He took nothing with him and yet,
not knowing he was leaving everything behind.

He failed to count the cost of his quest,
a far too high of price that he ultimately would pay.

For he believed there were battles to fight,
and it was adventure his heart sought to find.

He did not see her as she stepped aside,
letting him go for his eyes were on his believed destiny.

Blind to the true battle before him,
for he would never discover the mysteries of her heart.

Her heart beat madly within her chest,
for it was he that could have saved her from the dark.

Where does your true adventure lie, are you missing the truth for want of something else? Lord, help us to truly see the beauty and glory in front of us. May you see the adventure that waits for you and pursue with all your heart.

Life, Poetry

For Today and Tomorrow

July 6, 2015 Mark Wayne

You are right where you should be
In this moment
For today and tomorrow
No one could fill your purpose
It is yours alone
For today and tomorrow
You are right where you should be

Poetry

imPOSSIBLE

June 24, 2015 Mark Wayne

Drawing on the imPOSSIBLE

imPOSSIBLE – hope still clings
imPOSSIBLE – love still sings
imPOSSIBLE – kindness has things
imPOSSIBLE – compassion has wings

Living in the imPOSSIBLE

imPOSSIBLE – defeats all sin
imPOSSIBLE – power will begin
imPOSSIBLE – joy reigns again
imPOSSIBLE – grace will win

For nothing is impossible,
just believe all things are,
POSSIBLE!

#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives

Poetry, Writing

Right Where We Should Be

June 13, 2015 Mark Wayne

We are, right where we should be.
All things;
light and dark,
good and evil,
joy and sorrow,
love and hate.

Working together, really?

The sun’s light,
the warmth and comfort
sunburns
blistered skin.

The heaven’s rains,
refreshes and cleanses
drenching
drowning breaths.

We are, right where we should be.
All things;
stumbling,
falling,
struggling,
groping.
In the dark
of the shadows fringe,
builds a yearning
not from duty
but desire.

As we live,
right where we should be.
Covered by grace
believing,
hoping,
waiting;
for the unfulfilled promises
still to come.

Poetry

Look at Me!

June 2, 2015 Mark Wayne

Look at me,
smiling seemingly having it all.
Look at me,
smiling standing upright and tall.

Look at me,
what don’t you see?

A scared little boy inside the man.
A monster of depression about who I am.
An ego driven hypocrite who pretends to stand.
An eternal soul that inhabits physical space.
A beloved child who hides his face.
A fallen saint in search of grace.

It’s official!

#LiveYourDreams

It is easy to believe in whispered lies. As our hearts spiral downward, a sweet poison is the penalty. For sins repeated. On the wings of love we can rise, from the ashes and darkness deep. Forgiveness for still believing the lies.

♥

So many lives lie in utter disarray and forgotten hopes lay quietly.

Yearning for love, to fill our empty hearts in pain.

Searching for mercy, to fill our empty souls in need.

Passion ignites a forging of fire and transcendent love still waits.

As our heart drums and the underworld collides with the dawn eclipsing the dark.

Eternal brilliant rays of light shoot forth like arms to hold our wounded hearts.

He dreamed of the undiscovered, of a place that might lay beyond the distant hills.

Longing for mystery and adventure, promised by a voice that beckoned from beyond.

She in stoic beauty stood silently by, watching him as he quickly turned to go.

He took nothing with him and yet, not knowing he was leaving everything behind.

He failed to count the cost of his quest, a far too high of price that he ultimately would pay.

For he believed there were battles to fight, and it was adventure his heart sought to find.

He did not see her as she stepped aside, letting him go for his eyes were on his believed destiny.

Blind to the true battle before him, for he would never discover the mysteries of her heart.

Her heart beat madly within her chest, for it was he that could have saved her from the dark.

You are right where you should be In this moment For today and tomorrow No one could fill your purpose It is yours alone For today and tomorrow You are right where you should be

Drawing on the imPOSSIBLE

imPOSSIBLE – hope still clings imPOSSIBLE – love still sings imPOSSIBLE – kindness has things imPOSSIBLE – compassion has wings

Living in the imPOSSIBLE

imPOSSIBLE – defeats all sin imPOSSIBLE – power will begin imPOSSIBLE – joy reigns again imPOSSIBLE – grace will win

For nothing is impossible, just believe all things are, POSSIBLE!

We are, right where we should be. All things; light and dark, good and evil, joy and sorrow, love and hate.

Working together, really?

The sun’s light, the warmth and comfort sunburns blistered skin.

The heaven’s rains, refreshes and cleanses drenching drowning breaths.

We are, right where we should be. All things; stumbling, falling, struggling, groping. In the dark of the shadows fringe, builds a yearning not from duty but desire.

As we live, right where we should be. Covered by grace believing, hoping, waiting; for the unfulfilled promises still to come.

Look at me, smiling seemingly having it all. Look at me, smiling standing upright and tall.

Look at me, what don’t you see?

A scared little boy inside the man. A monster of depression about who I am. An ego driven hypocrite who pretends to stand. An eternal soul that inhabits physical space. A beloved child who hides his face. A fallen saint in search of grace.

Look at me! I’ll tell you what you also do not see!

A sinner saved by grace. A beauty behind this tortured face. A saint destined for heaven’s place.

A complicated yet still loved man. Who struggles everyday to believe. An eternal hope that is conceived. And his glorious future is planned.

It is easy to believe in whispered lies.
As our hearts spiral downward,
a sweet poison is the penalty.
For sins repeated.
On the wings of love we can rise,
from the ashes and darkness deep.
Forgiveness for still believing the lies.

So many lives lie in utter disarray and
forgotten hopes lay quietly.

Yearning for love,
to fill our empty hearts in pain.

Searching for mercy,
to fill our empty souls in need.

Passion ignites a forging of fire and
transcendent love still waits.

As our heart drums and the underworld collides
with the dawn eclipsing the dark.

Eternal brilliant rays of light shoot forth
like arms to hold our wounded hearts.

He dreamed of the undiscovered,
of a place that might lay beyond the distant hills.

Longing for mystery and adventure,
promised by a voice that beckoned from beyond.

She in stoic beauty stood silently by,
watching him as he quickly turned to go.

He took nothing with him and yet,
not knowing he was leaving everything behind.

He failed to count the cost of his quest,
a far too high of price that he ultimately would pay.

For he believed there were battles to fight,
and it was adventure his heart sought to find.

He did not see her as she stepped aside,
letting him go for his eyes were on his believed destiny.

Blind to the true battle before him,
for he would never discover the mysteries of her heart.

Her heart beat madly within her chest,
for it was he that could have saved her from the dark.

You are right where you should be
In this moment
For today and tomorrow
No one could fill your purpose
It is yours alone
For today and tomorrow
You are right where you should be

imPOSSIBLE – hope still clings
imPOSSIBLE – love still sings
imPOSSIBLE – kindness has things
imPOSSIBLE – compassion has wings

imPOSSIBLE – defeats all sin
imPOSSIBLE – power will begin
imPOSSIBLE – joy reigns again
imPOSSIBLE – grace will win

For nothing is impossible,
just believe all things are,
POSSIBLE!

We are, right where we should be.
All things;
light and dark,
good and evil,
joy and sorrow,
love and hate.

The sun’s light,
the warmth and comfort
sunburns
blistered skin.

The heaven’s rains,
refreshes and cleanses
drenching
drowning breaths.

We are, right where we should be.
All things;
stumbling,
falling,
struggling,
groping.
In the dark
of the shadows fringe,
builds a yearning
not from duty
but desire.

As we live,
right where we should be.
Covered by grace
believing,
hoping,
waiting;
for the unfulfilled promises
still to come.

Look at me,
smiling seemingly having it all.
Look at me,
smiling standing upright and tall.

Look at me,
what don’t you see?

A scared little boy inside the man.
A monster of depression about who I am.
An ego driven hypocrite who pretends to stand.
An eternal soul that inhabits physical space.
A beloved child who hides his face.
A fallen saint in search of grace.

Look at me!
I’ll tell you what you also do not see!

A sinner saved by grace.
A beauty behind this tortured face.
A saint destined for heaven’s place.

A complicated yet still loved man.
Who struggles everyday to believe.
An eternal hope that is conceived.
And his glorious future is planned.