Poem Salvation Novels & Stories

The rosary collar burned deliciously against my skin. The girl who had arrived seeking salvation was dead

“Honestly, I'm really scared, Isioma. What have I gotten myself into? With the amount of sin I've committed, can I still achieve salvation?” “Of course, you can. God is so merciful. He loves everyone equally. And salvation is free. God is always willing to forgive us for our transgressions, if and only if we acknowledge them and come to Him with remorse, just like you've already done.” Isioma assured him, placing her hand on his unsteady hand. “Trust me on this, there's still hope for you, JD. If you follow God's instructions to the letter, you'll find inner peace like you've never known before.”

It was as real for them as his love for Joe was for him. Davidson listened. He did not interrupt. He let the familiar, old language of sin and salvation wash over him, each word a barb hoping to get purchase on the fabric of his new self. He caught sight of the genuine, urgent concern in the Pastor's eyes. This was not a battle for power. This was a rescue mission.

Choose him—or choose yourself. Her throat closed. Her vision swam. She could almost hear Magnolia’s voice whispering the words in her ear, soft as venom. The promise was not of healing, but of sacrifice. The rain outside thickened, cloaking the city in a haze. For the first time, Savannah realized that every step Magnolia had taken—every smile, every whispered confession—had been carefully laid groundwork for this moment. A poisoned promise: that salvation would always be dangled, never freely given.

You don't know any of this, do you? Penny stared in terror. Her lips were trembling, and she couldn't utter a single word. All those details she had once glossed over, the gaps she had covered up with her being too young to remember clearly, now became evidence that crushed her lies. The muscles in Leon's face twitched as he forced out a smile more painful than crying. The real savior was Veronica! What had he done in return? He used her kidney to save her enemy! And he let her mother die based on lies!

I don’t know who is hurting me or why because the only sounds being made are from me. At some point, I black out, the pain becoming too much for me to bear. I come to a bit and can feel my body floating. I can’t open my eyes or move my body, but it doesn’t matter because I black out again. I’d pray to the Moon Goddess to spare me, but I’m not sure it would be worth the effort. I do send a prayer that Zahara will find someone to love her since it can’t be me.

Dear Lord, please save us. To be continued...!

‘’No savior will come here to save me, so I will be my own savior. DEOS IX-END

But fate wants to play with me. Andrew sold me to his business partner, and drug dealer, Max Willies. I thought that was the end of my life. I wanted to kill myself, but God wouldn’t let me, so I escaped from the misery. Then when someone else found me, I was happy and thought that at last, after so many years… I am free… I am saved.

Encouraging them to keep the faith in God and also in family. After that, it was time for me to give the speech I'd spent hours preparing. I once again climbed the pulpit and started with a poem by Chinonso Chime titled "Immortal"; Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush,