I didn’t grow up with dreams of an industry spotlight. I grew up in the backseat of a four-door pickup truck pulling a travel trailer, traveling across the country while my parents preached and led worship over 300 days a year. From the time my brother Lane and I were just three and four years old, church wasn’t an event we attended on Sundays—it was the life we lived on the asphalt and in the pews every single day.

When I was ten, I picked up a guitar and taught myself how to play. By fourteen, I started keeping a personal journal, writing down quiet poetry about what was happening in my spirit. One day, the light turned on: I realized songs are just poetry with a melody, and I started teaching myself how to sing my journal entries straight to God.

For fifteen years, almost nobody heard my songs. I wrote them in secret, and I was completely content with that. It was my private sanctuary—the place where I brought the heaviness of life, my unspoken questions, and the prayers I didn't know how to speak aloud.

I remember singing one of my original songs on a Sunday morning at LifeChangers Church International (Pittsburg, KS campus). The congregation began singing along in pure worship to Jesus. While singing in dense worship, I heard the church singing my words, my song. I was moved to tears. I was so used to singing the song by myself, but when I heard the congregation singing it back, I broke down weeping in worship for Jesus—thanking Him for bringing me out of the darkness and into the light. That was the moment I realized a personal testimony was never meant to stay locked in a drawer.

In 2016, I married my wife, Auguste. As our daughters, Atarah and Anniah, and our son, Aiden, were born, the weight of what I was singing grew deeper than it had ever been.

Then the fire came.

In 2022, Aiden was born with an esophageal tracheal fistula—his food pipe and windpipe were joined together. I will never forget the terror of that day. While my newborn son was being med-flighted to Children’s Mercy Hospital in Kansas City, I called my granny in tears. Through the phone, she spoke straight into my spirit: “Son, God will make a way when there seems to be no way.”

For three weeks, my wife and I sat in a hotel room while our baby boy lay sedated on a ventilator. As the feeling of complete helplessness tried to pull me under, I grabbed my guitar lying next to the hotel bed. I began to sing my pain, my fears, and my tears straight to Jesus. In that room, the song "Make a Way" was born.

When my granny went home to be with the Lord in 2024, I picked up my pen again. I realized the mantle of prayer had fallen on my shoulders. I made up my mind right then: My kids need my prayers to reach heaven. I’m the one holding the line now. If my kids call, I will be there. And I will declare over them what my granny declared over me: God will make a way.

My debut EP, "House of God", was inspired directly by my dad, Pastor Roger Brown’s sermon series. Songs like "House of God," "The Altar," "Take Me Deeper," "You Never Left," and "Refined by Fire" were all written right out of Pastor Roger's House of God series. This music comes from real fire, real tears, and real deliverance that was saved for now.

I’m sharing these songs with you now under T. D. Brown Music Co. because I believe with everything in me that God sees you right where you are.

If you are reading this while sitting in a hospital room, standing in the middle of a dry desert, or facing a mountain that won’t seem to move: take heart. I have lived through the storm, and I can tell you honestly: "I have never seen the righteous forsaken, nor His seed begging for bread.". If God stepped into my wasteland and made a way for me, He will make a way for you.

Thank you for walking this road with me. This is only the beginning.

With love and expectation,

Tanner Brown

T. D. Brown Music Co.