Salvation is heard...
Salvation does not ask You to Live in Your Own Hell.
It does not cherish Your Soul If You Choose to sell.
Instead It grows deep within Your still Heart.
In between Your Beats that Salvation starts...
We breath in Salvation with Our Heart and Soul.
We carry this when We grow silent and old...
God be the Glory of Salvation's Home.
Whispering Wind as it blows and Salvation roams.
The Pieces of Us that go unheard.
The stillness of speech exchanged for words.
Be merciful to Souls harmed and torn.
Be grateful to New Ones that are born.
For Salvation is The Soul set free...
It Lives in Powers of Prayers God Sees...
Salvation is the Flight of Peace;Not War!
Salvation is heard and will forever roar.
Above Our Heaven towards The Holy Gate.
Threw The Everlasting Light of Life past unseen Hate.
Where Angels become apparent by offering Their Hand.
Salvation travels deep within Us to see A Promise Land.
A Place The Heavenly Light does not scorn no more...
For Salvation will be A Key to open Your Door.
Salvation is heard in a home where ignorance is done.
Where in differences aren't counted and wrong.
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