Salvation Poem Novels & Stories

You don't know any of this, do you? Penny stared in terror. Her lips were trembling, and she couldn't utter a single word. All those details she had once glossed over, the gaps she had covered up with her being too young to remember clearly, now became evidence that crushed her lies. The muscles in Leon's face twitched as he forced out a smile more painful than crying. The real savior was Veronica! What had he done in return? He used her kidney to save her enemy! And he let her mother die based on lies!

Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. The name of the writer is the godslayer: {evil}. He also ended his book with a paragraph in which he wrote: Am I the Evil, or am I the Good, who freed the world from the prison of the word of God that prevents them from relying on themselves? Am I the "Savior" or am I salvation itself, when the scales change the search for strength It's What makes you count and what makes you one of the scales of the balance ,when you reach absolute power, the absolute truth appears before you, only time judges us to perish.

The red shirt underneath feels like a deliberate choice, the vibrant color bold against the dark suit, and it reminds me of the blood that will soon be spilled, that will stain my hands before the night is over. “Welcome Mr…” he begins, stretching his hand to me. An unwise decision, I think, as I glance at his extended hand- a gesture to show trust, to form a connection. It's a pity he’s just offered his hand to The Devil, to the very man who will soon be taking his last breath. “Levi” I answer, my voice is calm, controlled, as I grasped his hand in mine. The contact is brief, but it’s enough to have his face imprinted at the back of my mind.

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!

He paused, taking a deep breath, "He saved me. I was held at gunpoint that day, but he pushed me out of the way and took the bullet. He's not a bad guy; he's just an injured soul in need of a guiding light to pull him out of the darkness he's trapped in. “And I'm absolutely sure that you're the only person who can be that light for him." After finishing the food, Luca went down to pursue his work but here I was sitting beside Romeo, debating my feelings, Luca's words echoed in my mind. "Thank you for taking care of him, Julia. I truly believe you're too pure for this world." I let out a heavy sigh, questioning myself whether I truly deserved such praise. Unsureness clouded my thoughts, but a

Oh God, I’m crying out for an angelic helping hand which would protect me with all might as the thunderstorm roars through my life I know there is no hiding place but only my almighty God in thee Hide me under your powerful wings where I’ll be secured indeed Turn the rainstorm down on this darkly gruesome yet awesome tempest I know you’re in control God but I’m so tired and drained These things are all your work so I know it’s meant to be only give me wisdom to do what’s expected of me There are precautions I must take as yet on earth I live my life I know I must keep praying and your blessings you will grace my soul. But now, I am tired and I can’t live anymore. Please, accept me in your ar