Powers provides sustenance for readers who are hungry for more of the Holy Spirit's presence that will surpass anything they have ever experienced.

Alva B. Spencer takes you through his personal experiences of grief, love, and the basic humility of things he was forced to do in time of war. Alva, who embraced the Baptist faith at a young age, graduated from Mercer University in Penfield, Georgia, and traveled some 175 miles by a ?two wheeled buggy? to teach in Dooly County, Georgia. Soon after, Alva entered the Confederate Army at the start of the war enlisting as a private in Company C of the 3rd Regiment Georgia Volunteer Infantry, leaving behind his good friend Margaret Lucinda Cone. This story is more than the Civil War; it is a developing love story. Alva and Margaret correspond from the very beginning. Spencer's letters carry us through the whole experience, from being wounded at South Mills, North Carolina, to the ?Chicimocomico Races? on Roanoke Island to collecting seashells at Nags Head, and the surrender at Appomattox Courthouse. Join Alva in a journey through his letters to his beloved ?Maggie.?

This book is a heavenly inspiration on angels. It consists of two parts, the first part contains poems about angels and the second part contains part of my life story, my encounter with the angels and God himself. This special book has poems that are very emotional as well as poems that are funny. It was written with words that came from the deepest part of my inner heart, soul and mind. Most poems are followed by colored picture representation. It's a book that can make you laugh and cry at the same time through the sensitivity and humorous foundation of my poetry.

Reprint of the original, first published in 1881.

This book is neither Christian nor Baptist, nor does it have anything to do with the symbol of a cross, just to make myself clear. It is my duty to make myself clear and interpret things. This book is not about praising whoever is on the cross. This book has nothing to do with a cross. This is strictly my message to God from my heart that I covered with my pride. I recognize the gift God gave to me, and it is only right for me to return the gift that was given to me by the prayer that saved me. Like a dream one can never see through, nothing can stop the love of a full-blooded Hebrew.