Salvation Poem Novels & Stories

Let us be humiliated for it before God, not caring, in comparison[14] with our true relation to Him, what interpretation the world may put on our repentance. But let us also rejoice more than ever in the assurance of Christmas that a Saviour has been born to us, that we have an eternal King in our Lord Jesus Christ, Who can save us from our sins, and our ruin, and ourselves, if we will but give ourselves up to Him absolutely. Let us realize with infinite thankfulness that the souls of those who are now sacrificing their lives for us are in His saving and merciful hands. Let us be reminded by the angelic vision that we ourselves, and the souls of those who have passed and are passing away, ar

Suddenly she stood up with new energy and She told herself and said, "Darika will not cry". "Darika fighting", She said and searched for other vegetables and fruits to cook another set of dinner. 'Honey is my light. And My Salvation. Who else am I afraid of? He is the guarantor of my life. Who else am I afraid of? It's my enemy who does evil; And when comes to eat my flesh He stumbles. Because Honey is my light And My Salvation. [A/N:- Lines are taken or say inspired from the verses of the Bible. So if anyone is hurt by this then I'm apologizing. My intentions were not to hurt anyone's sentiments. I am sorry]

He was now being accused of attempted murder. Tamashi was only thinking of one line, playing on loop in his head. ‘What the hell?’ —— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 1

There were no more pure souls in that world. There was no more hope that they would be assisted by archangels and that their destinies would be good on the other side of life. We, capital sins, condemn the humanity we intended to save. In the dawn newspaper, reporters were camped at the gates of the white house, waiting for the decision that would lead the world to its total ruin or that would give another day of salvation to everyone.

I belong there I’m an old bird I have lived a long life, and the Dove kept His word I have seen our salvation. Pearl flew off as she followed Stella into the forest still wondering what was happening. Their salvation how could she be anyone’s salvation? She couldn’t even save herself from the disaster that her life had become. How could she save them? What was she saving them from? So much she didn’t understand as she followed Stella through the forest she wondered what she had gotten herself involved in. As they wondered the forest, they came upon a valley. It looked like a great battle had taken place here long ago. The hills around were surrounded with tombs covered by stones. But as they

Susan's parents had divorced too, and they had each built their separate families since, leaving her all by herself—she felt all the more lonely during festive seasons. I was the one who married her and gave her a family so she no longer had to wander, and now, she realized once more that she was scared of divorce and didn't want her new family to break up. But it was too late. I called for my mentor for the prayer rites, so my son could pass into the afterlife sooner. When he was done, he looked at me, and then at Susan. Smiling ever so faintly, he poked the center of Susan's forehead. "Even the most venomous snakes never eat their children. After such sacrilege, it's time you become mortal

I spat out a mouthful of blood and winced as I turned my head toward the passenger seat. Upon seeing Keaton Rourke wedged between the airbag and the seat, I ground out, "You disabled the airbag, didn't you?" He looked at me like he wanted me dead. He ignored my question, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but even with you bleeding out, Teresa will still come to me first." I hunched over in pain, clutching my stomach with both hands. My vision was blurring, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I still had to defend Teresa Bellamy. "She is my wife. There is no way she would save you before me."

Moonlight began to fill the courtyard and as moonlight touched the men, Chloe wasn't gawking at muscles anymore. The three soldiers began howling, their voices neither human nor wolf, but full of terror and pain. Blake fell to his knees, Joel and Evan writhing on the ground as though they were being burned alive. They pawed at their faces, scratching and tearing at the skin as fur started to appear. The older wolves stood in a protective circle. She could see Arthur kneel, whispering words of encouragement. Whatever he said seemed to help, as they stilled their hands, but their howling continued.

A torch of fire was brought in and handed over to the pack’s priest, who held it up above his head, such that we all had to look up to see the torch burning like youthful strength, and flickering like a rush of adrenalin. “From the gods our souls came, and from the dust was our bodies made, to both we shall return.” The priest said loud enough for us all to hear. “To both we shall return.” We all, who had gathered for Gova’s funeral responded, our voices echoing in the funeral ground. The priest dropped the torch on the funeral pyre, lighting up the corpse, and sparking up a round of wailing from family, friends and well-wishers of late Gova. I felt my tears dripping non-stop, warming up my

Mae returned to her room, grabbed the leftover wolfsbane from the previous month, and pinned Caspian down before forcing the poison down his throat. The boy's screams ripped through the entire pack house as the poison corroded his tongue and throat. Blood even started pouring out from his lips. Naveah, who was beside them, screamed in terror. Mae turned around and yanked her by the hair. "Why are you screaming? It's your turn now!" With that, she upended the rest of the vial over Naveah's head. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as Naveah shrieked in agony, rolling on the floor.