Salvation Poem Novels & Stories

"Well, you may not know how I have been longing to be born again. But I hear people saying it's not an easy thing for the youth. Besides, I don't understand what this being born again is all about and how one comes to it. I never used to hear of it in my former church." "No, it is not a difficult thing for the youth. Drop that first. It's a heretic's idiosyncratic belief and, as such, a hearsay. Our God is a universal God. Look at me, my son. Salvation is neither our begging nor inner yearning. It's God's order for this special creation. To save is to relieve from a portending danger. It's an act of God, it belongs to him. But this relief comes through a step of faith. When you see Christ in

"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.

Pale sunlight broke through the clearing sky, stretching across the horizon, and a rainbow arched overhead. Once, my life lost all its color when I was forced to trade away what was mine to others. But now, at last, a new chapter was beginning.

I dimmed the kill lights in my eyes and made a good impression of trying to hide behind Sal as if unsure of myself. Will continue in Part 4: The Life Rebirth

He stayed silent and he listened to her. "So the way, we all need God. We all need salvation. 'There is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among me except Jesus' by which we must be saved.'" He was mystified by what he heard from her. She had him speechless. Scriptures weren't his field, after all. Also, not to hurt her, because he saw how sensitive she was in such matters, he said nothing. Her house arrived and she looked out before giving him a small smile.

But I am gonna wait, things will go smoothly. Let me have a secured and stable standard of living. One thing about me is that I am easily carried away by the riches of the world. But who does not need the money? I do and I am very sure you do. Money works in every thing except salvation. But if you don't wanna die in poverty, then you must be hardworking. Like they say, 'God only help those who help themselves'. I exhaled and took in the sight before me. I was so into the place that I did not notice Demetrius standing close to me.

be my favorite Psalm. Verse 1 says The Lord is my light and my salvation: whom shall I fear? , The Lord is the strength of my life: of whom shall I be afraid? ' of whom shall I be afraid? ' I asked myself. ' When the Lord himself is my light and salvation? ' I Continued. ' No one! ' the answer came to me almost immediately. I Proceeded to Verse 3 It says ' Though an army may encamp against me, my heart shall not fear! Though war may rise against me, in this will I be confident! ' I continued meditating on those words. I went ahead and opened to Psalm 121, my next favorite Psalm. Verse 1 says. ' I will lift my eyes to the hills from whence comes my help. ' Verse 2 says. ' Behold, he who keep

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

I spent the night in Eastoria and was not caught in the battle. When I got there, the sight was horrifying. There were dead bodies and injured people everywhere. They could only groan weakly when they saw me, but I knew right away that I could not help them. All I could do was give the mothers and their babies a special pill to ease their pain and help them find a little peace before they passed away. I arrived at the meeting spot by evening, where the smell of blood was even stronger than it was at the airport. I had just slipped into my special doctor's coat when two guards in black rushed me into surgery.

she finally spoke The phrase hit me different than I expected. I had rehearsed threats, steel and teeth, lists of names I would tear out of men’s throats, but she said something I hadn’t expected her to say and it landed like a stone she was not a thing to be saved she’d been surviving long before I ever planned to keep anyone alive for my own reasons. “You think silence is protection?” I asked. My voice was steady inside, my pulse had picked up. “Maybe for you, maybe for now. But if you’re the bait and they come for you here…”