Salvation Poem Novels & Stories

He still has a chance. I breathe out as I try to focus on him and not the chaos around me. Levi asks, “What are you doing?” “I will save him or I’ll die trying! There must be some property in his blood that gives him that healing ability. If I use blood magic, then I’m sure I could make him live.” Levi shakes his head, “It’s a great idea, Cora, but that’s not how it works. The moon goddess blessed him as a white wolf and me as a guardian wolf. It’s magic, not a blood thing.”

“Saviour! Saviour! Saviour!” They had called upon the sky and he had answered. Their savior was here. It was time for war. ___ ___ ((Please check out “Stealing The Alphas' Soul”. Thank you.))

Sarah followed, and stopped opposite Gladys with the large portrait of the Holy Mary on the wall between them. "Do you believe in the mother of Jesus?" Gladys asked with a wry smile while the others watched. Sarah scrutinized the large framed picture for a second. "I was never Catholic to begin with," she simply said. "What about the saints?" Gladys asked again. "No," Sarah answered. "What's the whole point of your stupid questions?" Yin impatiently asked angrily. "Can we just find the damn secret door and get the hell out of here already?!" Gladys shot her a glare, and without a word, she ran her fingers on the lips of the painting of Mother Mary, smiling.

"but" "If she's my destroyer then I'm ready to get destroyed" he cut him off and picked me in his arms and took me out of the room. So much has happened to me in these one month that I should feel afraid but strangely I was feeling that the arms of my saviour are the safest place for me in this whole world. again he saved my life. After one whole month, I felt the sunlight falling on my face which indicates to me that the darkness of my life is coming to an end. I tried to open my eyes but before that darkness consumed me.

It's hard when you realize your life can not always be perfect. When you realize the people who always swore to protect you can not protect you anymore. When you rely on a miracle to see the light of day. For me it was when I realize my parents the people I always counted on when the going gets rough could no longer protect their own little angel.

she was trying to form her sentence, though she was afraid that the police would recognize her from the news. "I know a nice warm shelter just around the corner. They have food and bed, the will take you in to rest for the night, you don't have to worry about anything else. Come on..." Officer Garcia managed to convince her to take her to the shelter. That night she did sleep under a roof in a warm clean bed along with other homeless people. She had never felt so low about herself. She was perfectly aware that she was at her lowest point of her life yet, without even knowing what would happen tomorrow and the day after.

“He’s unresponsive. No pulse.” Silence again. Then: “Copy. Prepare for hoist. Bring him up.” Kai’s hands shake as he clips the harness to the man’s limp body. He keeps touching him as he does it, like the contact means something. Like the sea hasn’t already decided. “You’re coming up,” Kai whispers, close to the man’s ear, even though he knows the guy can’t hear him. The cable tightens. The body rises. Kai watches it lift toward the helicopter. A dead weight swinging in wind. A life turned into cargo.

From throne to throne From dream to dream I will grow tall In life's stream One day One day I will begin it Like a reality I don't gather pace I don't begin without defeat The world has cultured me Differently Each day Each inch Come celebrate Christmas again Redevise it's every inch Instead of just worshipping Jesus Let's also step into worship Christmas tree And then why not every tree That enables life Or isn't a weed Instead of decorating with colours Let gifts include the things of need After evaluating deep Each one's need With joy of fragrance With a touch of glory Let life again begin On the 25th Jesus was born to save Let's work to save life again Let's not allow slain Let's not sla

After the Catholic father's preaching the choir proceeded to sing amazing grace a song sang by John Newton as well as what a beautiful name it is. 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. ’Twas 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, I have already come; ’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. The Lord has promised good to me,

The choir joined her in the chorus again, singing; Joy, behold the Savior, Joy, the message hear, I’ll stand by until the morning, I’ve come to save you, do not fear Yes, I’ll stand by until the morning, I’ve come to save you, do not fear, do not fear As the repeating interlude that would lead her to the next verse played, something about the last four lines in the chorus had sparked deep emotions in her and she felt tears filling her eyes. She knew she needed saving and she was very afraid but she managed to take the third verse in a shaky voice that she saw affecting the congregation emotionally;