Novel & Cerita Poem Salvation

And it was in that yearning that his mind drifted, once again, to Lylah. The ache came softly, like fog curling through the cracks of a forgotten chamber. He could see her again now, as if time had collapsed—the stubborn tilt of her chin, the silent fire in her green eyes, the night they’d… The child they'd created. The Promised Saviour. He stiffened, his breath catching in his throat. The High Priestess's words came back to him. As long as he didn't have the promised saviour, all his efforts might well be in vain.

Deeply sighing, “I am grateful that the Holy Spirit guided me to become consciously awakened by illuminating my thoughts with the light of Your truth and righteousness." Adding, “Two instances of Your unending kindness and compassion that I believe in are the sacrifice of Your Son Jesus Christ, who shed His blood on the cross, and His horrible death, which we think redeemed us from our wicked nature. I pray that you will give us another chance to celebrate your salvation in Christ.” When Teddy and John watch him in deep reflection, he is silent and lets out deep sighs repeatedly while looking up at the starry sky and the moonlight beginning to emerge beyond the wings of cloud.

They were solid orbs of white light. "Steady!" Malachi shouted over the roar of the energy. Sloane felt the amber fire lashing out at him. It scorched his shirt. It bit into his chest like needles. He did not let go. He looked down into Elena's eyes and saw the raw terror of a girl who had been told she was sick for twenty-four years. She had no idea she was a goddess being born to purge the world. "Stay with me, Savior." His voice was a rasp, his muscles bulging as he fought to keep her down. "Fight it."

The world was saved. But the cost was written in every word Elara spoke, in the distance they could all hear in her voice. She had become their salvation. And in doing so, had sacrificed the very thing that made salvation meaningful. Her life. Her future. Her self. The ritual was complete. The war was won. And everyone wept for the victory.

"In Acts 4:12(NIV) it states 'Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.' We cannot be able to find redemption by any other means except through the Lord Jesus Christ. By giving our all to the Lord, we shall continue to experience his everlasting love. And all of the sins that we have committed shall be removed. Let us pray," I quickly bowed my head and closed my eyes as the pastor began to pray. "𝔒𝔥, 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯.

Her life flashed in front of her, fearing that she would get jailed then sentenced for her crime and put on death sentence. Maybe it's for the best. The woman thoughts wondered, she was tired of running, she kept on thinking that maybe it was her time to surrender for her crime. But her survival instinct got the best of her, when she eventually formed her words. "No hospital...please...I'm fine, I will be...I just need to..." her small weak voice just made his heart hurts. That voice just bring back the memory of his mother and his abusive father. He was five when his mother passed away by his father's bare hand, as he beat her to her death.

In that moment, his voice became my lifeline, a lifeline that whispered promises of salvation and liberation. Relief washed over me like a gentle wave, calming my racing heart. Despite the darkness that enveloped me, I could sense the imminent change, the impending clash between Sebastian and my captors. With each passing second, I grew more convinced that my salvation was at hand, that Sebastian's unwavering devotion would conquer the darkness that had swallowed me whole.

“Who are you?” Asked with my voice trembling in fear. Knowing and realizing that this place is not what it is, I am in some deep world where everything is uncertain. The uncertainty that lies within death and dread. ‘YOU DON’T HAVE TO KNOW WHO AM I. JUST THINK OF ME AS YOUR PATH TO SALVATION. YOUR ONLY TICKET FOR YOUR HAPPINESS.’ Taken by those words, as it is music to my ears and all too tempting to even resist. The voice somehow notices it, as it then once more giggles and asks of me.

The choir joined her in the chorus again, singing; Joy, behold the Savior, Joy, the message hear, I’ll stand by until the morning, I’ve come to save you, do not fear Yes, I’ll stand by until the morning, I’ve come to save you, do not fear, do not fear As the repeating interlude that would lead her to the next verse played, something about the last four lines in the chorus had sparked deep emotions in her and she felt tears filling her eyes. She knew she needed saving and she was very afraid but she managed to take the third verse in a shaky voice that she saw affecting the congregation emotionally;

"We saw you on the news! Everyone’s talking about the Red Savior!" I forced my mouth into something resembling a smile and ruffled his hair. "Still kicking, kid. Don't believe everything the TV tells you. I’m out of here tomorrow." "We brought you the good stuff," a girl whispered, shoving a handful of crumpled, colorful hard candies into my palm. "The Don gave them out to celebrate the Savior. We saved the cherry ones for you. They’re the best." The sugar hit my tongue, cloyingly sweet, a stark contrast to the bitter metallic tang that had lived in my throat since the Wall. I hugged them, their small, warm bodies a brief shield against the reality waiting outside.