The Salvation Poem Novels & Stories

She seemed to be dying faster. However, he still wanted to believe that there was salvation. Deep in his body, between the ribs and behind his heart, already useless, he wanted there to be salvation for The Carmesim, for then there would be salvation for him.

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

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

“Truth is, I am no one. Cut from a different cloth of the nobodies. The only thing that makes me stand out between them and me is the tapestries upon my flesh.” Salavanta folds her arms along the lower part of her torso and shifts her warm breath with the coming winds out of annoyance. She turns her head and then shakes it while making sure she is no longer within the man’s vision. “You could not be more wrong. You are the first mate and saved my life. That alone has to mean something… Or what? Can’t picture yourself being more than just a shipmate?” A crack of a smile surfaces along his lips and an abrupt laugh surfaces though the sound is mild and low. He made sure that in front of the cre

With that, my world came crashing down around me, leaving me shattered and broken. “You shall watch every single person around you, everyone you love die as a sacrifice for your safety,” she declared. The word struck me hard, my heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled. “If I should be dead then why am I here? Why did people save me? Tell me why!!!” I screamed in agony. “Because you can also be the savior,” she retorted. “What does that mean?” I asked, clutching onto my hair in frustration.

she said, her voice full of enthusiasm. I took another deep breath, and then began to sing. My voice was a little shaky at first, but as I got into the song, I started to feel more confident. I poured my heart and soul into the lyrics, feeling the emotions of the song deep within me. I sang of love and longing, of heartbreak and hope.

Choose him—or choose yourself. Her throat closed. Her vision swam. She could almost hear Magnolia’s voice whispering the words in her ear, soft as venom. The promise was not of healing, but of sacrifice. The rain outside thickened, cloaking the city in a haze. For the first time, Savannah realized that every step Magnolia had taken—every smile, every whispered confession—had been carefully laid groundwork for this moment. A poisoned promise: that salvation would always be dangled, never freely given.

I spent the night in Eastoria and was not caught in the battle. When I got there, the sight was horrifying. There were dead bodies and injured people everywhere. They could only groan weakly when they saw me, but I knew right away that I could not help them. All I could do was give the mothers and their babies a special pill to ease their pain and help them find a little peace before they passed away. I arrived at the meeting spot by evening, where the smell of blood was even stronger than it was at the airport. I had just slipped into my special doctor's coat when two guards in black rushed me into surgery.

It was as real for them as his love for Joe was for him. Davidson listened. He did not interrupt. He let the familiar, old language of sin and salvation wash over him, each word a barb hoping to get purchase on the fabric of his new self. He caught sight of the genuine, urgent concern in the Pastor's eyes. This was not a battle for power. This was a rescue mission.