Poems About Salvation Novels & Stories

Voices of the villages who are scared for what has befallen them. "They're here." Thomas stood by the door, his hands shaking as he drove the wooden beam into the brackets. He was not looking at what he was doing. His eyes were fixed on the light bleeding through the cracks in the walls. "The Heaven Sent and the Earth Bound." His voice cracked on the words. "They've come for her." Mara looked down at Elena. The baby's chest rose and fell in quick, fragile beats. To the village, she was a miracle. To the ones who had just arrived, she was something else entirely.

He gestured for me to sit, and I obeyed, still trembling. He folded his hands on the desk, leaning forward. “Sir,” he began gently, “grief can hollow any man. Even the strongest. But there is a comfort the world cannot give. There is forgiveness that does not shame, and a salvation that does not abandon.” My jaw clenched. I stared at the floor, refusing to lift my eyes. His voice pressed on. “You do not have to carry this alone. Christ died for murderers, thieves, the broken, the proud… All of us. There is no sin too filthy for redemption.”

But I became the bank of winter she drowned in, you see. And I would never steal feathers or clip the wings off a bird. We let our greatest potential go, and in that, grow. Love is not the answer. The answer is a frozen rose. Hope is not my delight. No, it is sacrifice. And as the crane flies free, I am left flying kites, looking up at the clouds, and dreaming of redemption found at bitter beak and angel lips, and a thousand other impossible things. Wotan Rides the Wind

Oh God, I’m crying out for an angelic helping hand which would protect me with all might as the thunderstorm roars through my life I know there is no hiding place but only my almighty God in thee Hide me under your powerful wings where I’ll be secured indeed Turn the rainstorm down on this darkly gruesome yet awesome tempest I know you’re in control God but I’m so tired and drained These things are all your work so I know it’s meant to be only give me wisdom to do what’s expected of me There are precautions I must take as yet on earth I live my life I know I must keep praying and your blessings you will grace my soul. But now, I am tired and I can’t live anymore. Please, accept me in your ar

Sarah's heart sank as she felt the grip of despair tighten around her, her hopes of salvation slipping further away with each passing moment. "We can't give up now," Alex urged, his voice strained with the effort of holding onto their dwindling hope. "We've come too far to let this darkness defeat us." Despite his words of encouragement, doubt gnawed at Sarah's resolve, threatening to extinguish the flicker of hope that remained. With their strength ebbing away and their options dwindling, they faced an impossible choice: to surrender to the void or to fight on against all odds. But as they braced themselves for what seemed like an inevitable defeat, a voice echoed through the darkness, pier

"Through the spring and the snow, I have come home They have showed me guidance and kindness. Memories, drift through my, hazardous mind They will rest in peace forever. With dreams that will never come true, I will live on to tomorrow. Striving with hopes that keeps my soul Blazing with a life that remains. Through the spring and the snow, I will come home They have showed me guidance and kindness Memories, drift through my hazardous mind They will rest in peace forever. Voices of angels that comfort us When we've lost a treasure we cannot find. When we feel lost and a little afraid We will find the answer within us. With wings that soar, into the sky We will live on to tomorrow. Growing wi

Dante walks up to him and squats in front of him. “What’s your name?” “Samuel.” “Samuel, what are you doing out here all alone?” “I’m looking for a group of packs that are said to be in this area.” Dante raises an eyebrow. “What kind of packs?” he asks. He looks at all of us, then turns back to Dante. “The kind who take in people needing sanctuary.” “And why do you need sanctuary?” He looks at all of us again. “I’d rather not say until I know for sure that you’re not going to kill me.”

"Or the only truth you've ever felt?" Her lips parted, words tangled in her throat. She wanted to deny him, to cling to the sanctity that had kept her breathing all these years. But the way his gaze held her, searing and relentless, made it impossible to lie. "You're a sin," she managed, voice trembling. "And you're my salvation," he countered without hesitation. The confession struck her harder than his grip, knocking the breath from her lungs. Salvation. The word was meant for altars and prayers, not whispered in shadows by a man who owned the world and still wanted more.

A useless talent, born from necessity, that has served me well over the years—turning off my senses, retreating into a space where I can almost forget who I am and what I’ve been through. The driver is already waiting, and as I step out into the driveway, the night air greets me with a coolness that makes me shiver. I sink into the seat, silent as usual. Another drowning night for me, a living nightmare I could not escape from. Hell.

Together, hand in hand, we would walk happily into the rest of our lives. [The End.]