Novel & Cerita Poem Salvation

From throne to throne From dream to dream I will grow tall In life's stream One day One day I will begin it Like a reality I don't gather pace I don't begin without defeat The world has cultured me Differently Each day Each inch Come celebrate Christmas again Redevise it's every inch Instead of just worshipping Jesus Let's also step into worship Christmas tree And then why not every tree That enables life Or isn't a weed Instead of decorating with colours Let gifts include the things of need After evaluating deep Each one's need With joy of fragrance With a touch of glory Let life again begin On the 25th Jesus was born to save Let's work to save life again Let's not allow slain Let's not sla

He gave his life to save me. I put my face in my hands as my body wracks with the sobs of loss. The water turns off and a towel is wrapped around my shoulders, then June wraps her arms around me. She holds me while I sob, then stands back and takes my face in her hands. “Now you listen to me, Olivia, ex-Luna to ex-Luna. Dr. Olander is not dead. Dr. Samuel has arrived and he’s treating him. He’s fighting for his life, Livvy, but he needs you to be strong for him. He’s been strong for you and now it’s your turn to be strong for him. Can you do that? Can you be strong for your mate? He’ll fight harder to survive if you’re there, you know he will.”

Suddenly she stood up with new energy and She told herself and said, "Darika will not cry". "Darika fighting", She said and searched for other vegetables and fruits to cook another set of dinner. 'Honey is my light. And My Salvation. Who else am I afraid of? He is the guarantor of my life. Who else am I afraid of? It's my enemy who does evil; And when comes to eat my flesh He stumbles. Because Honey is my light And My Salvation. [A/N:- Lines are taken or say inspired from the verses of the Bible. So if anyone is hurt by this then I'm apologizing. My intentions were not to hurt anyone's sentiments. I am sorry]

"You are the key to our salvation, the bridge between worlds." My mind reeled with confusion and fear. What did they mean by "salvation"? And how could I possibly be the key to anything? But before I could voice my questions, the creature continued, the voices taking on a softer, more melodic tone. "Do not be afraid, child," They said, their words like a soothing balm to my troubled soul. "We are not here to harm you. We are here to guide you, to help you unlock the power that lies dormant within you."

The darkness answered not with words, but with alignment—a sense of everything clicking into place, of the world leaning subtly in his favor. Blood answered. Prayer echoed. And Sipho—once the sacrificed child—stood firmly between them, learning at last that salvation was simply another word for debt, and debt always collected its interest in lives.

And for one terrifying second… All I could think was—Is this going to be my last day, God? ----------------------------------

she managed to say. "Don't be afraid little one," he whispered. "You just have to remain calm, I am sure it won’t hurt if you of just that." Blair closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, as she prayed for someone to come and rescue her from this nightmare. The same man who saved her from something like this earlier was doing the same thing to her, forcing her to do what she didn’t want to do. Blair looked up at him with her eyes filled to the brim with tears, she wished and prayed that someone would come to save her but she knew deep down that it would never happen, she was all alone.

How could I have ever believed, even for a moment, that a man like him — a man like Ben, powerful and distant, brought up in a world different from mine — could have been the one who held me so gently in the dark? How could I have been so desperate to believe that the stranger who touched me, who felt like home, could possibly be him? The answer was bitter but clear. Perhaps everyone seeks their own salvation when gripped by fear. Perhaps I had simply wanted someone — anyone — to be my salvation. But salvation, I was learning, was something you made for yourself. I took a slow, steadying breath and closed my eyes. The humiliation, the disappointment, the heartbreak — I let them wash over me,

Uncle Max lowered his head and sighed. "What is salvation?" I asked. "Perer," Uncle Max said softly. "Salvation is the process of being saved. It is the process of being saved from eternal damnation. Hell!" "So, if I die now, I am going straight to hell?" "I can't answer that, Perer." "But I need an answer for me to know where I am heading to when I die," I insisted. "You are going straight to hell," Uncle Max answered. "Can I still be saved, Uncle Max?"