Poems About Salvation Novels & Stories

“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.

But tonight, only angels had left to enter. I gasped, seeing the ghostly familiar form coalescing in the dark study. Impossible, I thought desperately. Not when redemption was still so fragile and new- forged. What bitter penance did fate yet demand from us scarred creatures moulded more by thorns and nails than mercy or compassion? Must salvation always come couched in ashes and iron scent of blood never washed clean? I whispered a broken prayer as the phantom gilded closer, not daring to breathe the doomed name aloud lest this last struggling light guttered out. To lose her again was beyond enduring…

Igor and Lech fell silent, and Moses began to broadcast the words of God. "Brothers and sisters, I heard the words of God, and he said, Wait! Day is coming! And we will see the shores of Paradise! And we will enter the promised land! But need a sacrifice! What will you sacrifice for salvation?! Do not value earthly goods, for they are finite! Behold the true gold of life-my words on the tablets of the true book! Brothers and sisters, let us thank God for the bread he made from his flesh and the water flowing in his veins ... "Moses said loudly to the ship's congregation, but ended his sermon with the words about the upcoming elections," do not forget about the real power entrusted to our shi

I shook. “E rimetti a noi i nostri debiti.” I quaked. “Come noi li rimettiamo ai nostri debitori.” I feared the unforeseen. “E non ci indurre in tentazione.” I murmured to myself. “Ma liberaci dal male.” I begged for redemption—a chance to be saved. A chance to walk away from this unscathed. “Amen.” I rose to my full height, swallowing the lump in my throat, firmly holding on to my last string of courage.

"Come with me so we can divorce, or you're not getting a single penny from me!" "You're dumb, Elisa. Don't tell me you thought you would get any money from me after the divorce!" "You weren't like this in the past, Elisa. You've changed." "Go to hell! Once you do, I can live." "Why aren't you dead yet? I've had enough of this infection, so hurry up and die so that your body can be used to develop a cure for me!" "Where are you, Ellie? You promised you would wait for me…"

"Broken. I found you and healed you. Gave you purpose." *Or stole it,* my heart whispered. *Stole it and replaced it with chains.* "And I fell in love with you?" "Completely. You said I was your salvation." *Salvation.* The word felt like poison. Like being saved from something I'd wanted to stay lost in. "I wish I could remember it better." "The memories will come back. Once you stop fighting them." Fighting them. So I was fighting. Good. "What if they don't?" "Then we'll make new ones."

As the music picked up, I let the rhythm take over, my body moving freely, each step shaking off the burdens of the day. Dancing there, with the fire crackling in the background and the stars watching silently from above, I felt a momentary escape from the complexities of my return home. Here, I was just Sky—the girl who could dance away her sorrows and charm the moon. The night air, filled with the scent of pine and the occasional pop and hiss of the fire, seemed to cleanse the weight of earlier revelations. Under the vast, starlit sky, I could breathe, laugh, and, for a brief moment, hope that maybe everything could still turn out alright. Here, it was just me, the music, and the night—exa

And he couldn't imagine the paperwork that his captain has to compromise for closing several of their paranormal and out of the ordinary cases. "Please sit here, Ian, you can let go of her hand. She's safe in the circle." Shani instructed as she made Blair sit within the circle that she just made with the black sand. She was chanting her words in a language that they both didn't understand. But Blair was calm, so he retreated and watched her from outside the circle. Candles were lit, the lights were dimmed. Shani was back to her satchel and took out some incense and started lighting them as she circled Blair while still chanting her words. The candles flick several times, then it gets bigger

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.

And true faith is seen in the believer's good works because remember: a faith without good work is dead. Salvation is free. And salvation belongs to Jesus Christ. Repent for the Kingdom of God has come near you! " Jewel drew a breathe as her body shivered. She didn't know what's going on but her heart was beating hard non-stop. Biting her lip, she lowered her head and for the first time, uttered His name in a whisper.