Salvation Poem Novels & Stories

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

Like a goddess fallen from the sky. Like a salvation, I never deserved. After that... I saw only darkness.

All of us stand up and start singing, " Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now am found Was blind but now I see Was Grace that taught my heart to fear And Grace, my fears relieved How precious did that Grace appear The hour I first believed Through many dangers, toils, and snares We have already come T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far And Grace will lead us home And Grace will lead us home Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now am found Was blind but now I see Was blind, but now I see. "Samantha black would like to say a few words before we all leave for the burial of Iris Collins." I stan

The poem goes like this: “They said you came looking for me. I didn't drown; I was the water." I don't know if that makes sense to you as much as it made sense to me. Nevertheless, it is a beautiful poem written by someone who understands human beings and life in a special way that I and you who has read the poem don't understand. I am not going to waste my time to talk about atheism or to debate about the loopholes of religion. I will leave it for a Sunday when I have the time and strength to actually put a lot of efforts in airing my view for all of you to be complacent with yourself while keeping in mind that my motives are purely intended to bring good and not to cause harm as some of yo

“Honestly, I'm really scared, Isioma. What have I gotten myself into? With the amount of sin I've committed, can I still achieve salvation?” “Of course, you can. God is so merciful. He loves everyone equally. And salvation is free. God is always willing to forgive us for our transgressions, if and only if we acknowledge them and come to Him with remorse, just like you've already done.” Isioma assured him, placing her hand on his unsteady hand. “Trust me on this, there's still hope for you, JD. If you follow God's instructions to the letter, you'll find inner peace like you've never known before.”

“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.

"Kataku tojita mabuta no ura de negau koto wa ushinawareta inochi ni yasuragi wo kidzuiteagerarenakatta kokoro ni sukui wo mata au toki ni wa douka kiseki wo ( Behind my firmly shut eyes I pray: Peace for those lives that were lost, Salvation for those hearts that did not realize, a miracle for the next time we meet.) Pity that kid had to grow up without a father. ... Well, that's if I fail here!! 7th time the charm!

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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.”

Damiano might be the ‘Italian Devil’ for everybody else, but for her, he was ‘Her Italian Savior’. Damiano never stopped looking for her, always finding her every time she needed to be found. He saved her from loneliness, protected her, and forgave her. Gave her a wonderful little boy. Their hearts, their lives were forever connected in this life and in the next ones. The crooked position of her neck forced Thea to turn back. Damn the cast! Damn the fact that she couldn’t put her arms around him and stay like this forever.