A Voice in the Wind (Mark of the Lion #1)

by Francine Rivers

So, they meant to make a gladiator of him, did they?

For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. . . . My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them . . .’” The hair rose on Marcus’ neck.

“God spoke in a gentle whisper, Marcus. A still, small voice. A voice in the wind . . .”

And then a man is there, holding out both hands to me. His palms are bleeding.”