Novel & Cerita Salvation Poem

How could I have ever believed, even for a moment, that a man like him — a man like Ben, powerful and distant, brought up in a world different from mine — could have been the one who held me so gently in the dark? How could I have been so desperate to believe that the stranger who touched me, who felt like home, could possibly be him? The answer was bitter but clear. Perhaps everyone seeks their own salvation when gripped by fear. Perhaps I had simply wanted someone — anyone — to be my salvation. But salvation, I was learning, was something you made for yourself. I took a slow, steadying breath and closed my eyes. The humiliation, the disappointment, the heartbreak — I let them wash over me,

"No, boy. I mean loved you. Really loved you. Fixed you a meal, or brought you coffee, or hung out with you while you did some meaningless task." "Like building a swing for the back porch?" Jake asked, his heart aching all over again. "Exactly. You better stop being so tough and tell that girl you're sorry. You never know when you might reject the one who's here to save you." "What do you mean 'save me'? I thought Jesus was the Savior?" The old man laughed and stood up. "He is, son. He's here to save us all, but sometimes the only way we find our way to the pew of a church is by the incessant pushing of a beautiful woman who has come to save us first."

His son found his salvation in his love and it was just because of that only person, Ariella Kayzon. Placing his palm over Ariella's head, Dawson pecked the top of her head, causing her heart to warm up, including Kieran's. “Thank you,” Dawson said to Ariella, bringing a smile to her face because she knew why he was saying that to her. He was utterly grateful to her for healing the pain he had given not just only to her but his child and even his pain too. She had cured all of their pains with her hope, love and sacrifices. She indeed became a beautiful salvation for all of them, especially his son.

He proffered a white nylon to me and I collected it. What a life saver. "Thanks"I smiled. "I'm a life saver, right ?"He whispered into my ears. That...feels eerie. But ,I reply him anyway . "indeed , I'm grateful " I kept the nylon on my thigh and focus on what Mrs pershing was saying. "You can introduce yourself " Mrs pershing said to the girl behind her. "I'm Savannah ,savvy for short"she stepped out with a smile. "Waoh ; she's really beautiful "I heard Fred muttered.

He sang as if he was singing right to her. “Don’t be mad..if I cry..It just hurts so bad sometimes…’Cause every day it’s sinking in..And I have to say goodbye all over again..You know I bet it feels good to have the weight of this world..off your shoulders now…I’m dreaming of the day when I’m finally there with you…save a place for me…save a place for me..I’ll be there soon..I’ll be there soon…Save a place for me…Save some grace for me..I’ll be there soon..I’ll be there soon..I have asked the questions why..But I guess the answer’s for another time…So instead I’ll pray with every tear..And be thankful for the time I had you here…Save a place for me..save a place for me…I’ll be there soon…I’l

"Although He is sinless, He chooses to live as a sinner but never sins; instead, He fulfills the law that God gave to our prophets and He suffers, dies, and rises again so that all of us will be saved from the eternal fires of hell." Rhoda preaches while everyone responds, "Amen! "All clap their hands, stop the music, and begin to sing worship songs led by Laura and Mildred. Rudolf began to unclutch from the seductive woman and dance with the Christians whom he considered drunk, immoral, and a thief. Rhoda sings into the microphone as she leads a short prayer with soft background music. "Thank you, Father God, for revealing your message to us tonight, for you alone are Holy and worthy of pra

But fate wants to play with me. Andrew sold me to his business partner, and drug dealer, Max Willies. I thought that was the end of my life. I wanted to kill myself, but God wouldn’t let me, so I escaped from the misery. Then when someone else found me, I was happy and thought that at last, after so many years… I am free… I am saved.

“My dad made me read Paradise Lost when I was a kid. It kinda blew my mind. John Milton was a genius. Anyway, your pomposity and insolence have caused someone to hate you so much that that person actually donated a huge amount to see you being skinned alive. But let me just say that money isn’t the only reason why you are here. You see, I just don’t kill. I have qualifiers and you simply qualified. You committed pride, the very sin from which the other sins arise.” “No. No. Please…” Hilary trembled in terror. “Don’t do this. Please don’t…” “Shhh… You fucked them up, Hilary, but don’t worry, you will redeem yourself tonight…with your life. You have to understand that what I am doing here isn’

—— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 8

(“Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid; for the LORD GOD is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation.” -Isaiah 12:2) Loud gunshots are heard. Bullets are flying in the sky. I can see my mother crying so much and that breaks my heart. My father, her own husband that is supposed to take care and love her for the rest of their lives is pointing a gun directly at her head. He is ready to shot her dead if ever anyone dared to come closer. It’s just me, an officer, my father and mother in this room. Just the four of and and two versus two. I closed my eyes and started to pray. In this kind of situation, only God can help me and protect me. Only he can sh