Poems About Salvation Novels & Stories

"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."

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.

My Maddox fights a battle that feels too heavy for his tender shoulders. I tighten my grip on my Brayleigh, as if the warmth of my embrace could transcend the confines of flesh and bone. ‘I have been blessed with this precious gift, my newborn daughter. In her tiny form, I see the possibility of salvation for my son. Please guide the hands of the doctors and nurses as they conduct the tests. Let the results reveal a match. May her blood be the elixir that courses through my son's veins, bringing healing and renewal. Let my daughter be the savior of her brother in his time of need. I surrender my fears and hopes to you now.’

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;

I whispered because I sensed the edge and sadness in his voice as he spoke. He waved it aside and went over to pick up the paintbrush that he’d dropped when he’d rushed to come to embrace me. He placed the brush on the table and gestured to the paintings once more. “In those dreams, these are what I see also. In the darkness, a woman is stretching her hand out, offering to rescue me from it all. I wake up trembling and the only thing I can do is paint the hope of salvation.”

“You better shut that poverty stricken mouth before it lands you in trouble!” “I can see that the truth is bitter to digest!” Idris continued, noticing he had hit a sore spot with his aggressor. “You think you have caused me shame? Your death will be shameful and disgraceful! You call me a pauper? You will die even worse than one! Allah will hear my prayer!” The minister let out a loud hiss as he grabbed my hand. “God saved you that I’m just coming from prayers. You would have slept in the cell today for threatening me.”

i walk over and sit on the couch and wait. She sits there watching waiting, after a few minutes she speaks, “i bet you are wondering where you are?” i nod and reply, “im assuming im dead judging by being in here with an angel.” She giggles, “yes and no, the gods are wanting you to try and see if its safe to bring the world’s together or if they’re going to go ahead and destroy themselves with their hatred of other species.” She takes a breath, “Each Species has their own god and this was decided to let you decide if you want to save them to save yourself.”

“Then let me go.” A short, humorless laugh broke from my chest. “You wouldn’t make it past the front gate,” I said, turning my head just enough to see her reflection in the glass. “You think freedom is waiting for you out there? It isn’t. Out there, you’re a name on a list someone already paid to erase.” I let the curtain fall back into place and turned to face her. “You’re safer here than anywhere else. You should be grateful.” She lifted her chin, the defiance returning, faint but visible. “Nobody asked you to be my savior.”

he asked. I could not speak. I just nodded. I never thought my agreement would make Jeffrey so upset. He cried and begged me to love him instead, saying he had turned Elaine away and made her leave our home. However, I felt nothing when he said that. He also told me about the time he almost died, when the helicopter crashed into the sea on the day I left for Garvos. He stood by the ocean, memories of our previous life together flashing before his eyes. He felt so sorry, calling himself no good, and made a promise to find me, to truly love me, and never leave me again.

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.