I have had people
Ask me, at one time or another
“How can you believe?
In what you can not see?”
And this is so strange to me!
For how can I NOT believe,
With all His wonders I have seen?
My baby’s smile
The setting sun
A child who once
Could not walk
Learn to run!
My husband’s voice
Saying he loves me
A grandchild sitting
Upon my knee
Soldiers returning
Home from war
And there is
So much more!
Just knowing He loves me
So much
He sent His Son!
To take my place
For the wrongs I have done!
So how can I not believe?
How can I NOT have faith?
In things unseen
but in my heart
His Word
His grace
His love
His mercy
Yes I believe
Maria, raised in the Mafia and educated by the gangs of New York, is hunting the man who killed her Akalina, and she will kill anyone who gets in her way.