The Cycle"For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."1 Cor. 13:12The Cycle is about one man's journey as a "child of God". It contains personal reflections, written under the inspiration of God, in poetic form. Each poem is preceded by a corresponding scripture (or two) from the King James Bible. These scriptural references give a reference for devotional study or for simply seeing how the poem relates to the Bible. You will journey through ups and downs, condemnation and redemption, sadness and joy. The feelings of life are brought to bear in an explicit manner that tugs at the fabric of the soul. It is the feeling of going through and coming out...It is the feeling of...The Cycle. |
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Contents
Title Page | 7 |
That Same Old Place | 13 |
The Devils Busy | 19 |
Change My Mind | 25 |
The Battle | 32 |
Save Me | 41 |
Going Through | 51 |
Shall Not Die | 57 |
The Guise and The Burn | 66 |
Illumination | 73 |
What Must Be Done | 81 |
The Mighty Dragon | 83 |
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