Talk to me now, Thomas.
Didn't you once think
that this mountain will never yield,
and with a straight face
you proclaimed
that there is no crossing this sea for us?
Now lo and behold,
the soft and steady trickle of rainwater
is eroding this mountain away,
and the sea is parting in the middle before us.
Shall you continue
with your unbelief?
As for me, I continue to cling
to my mustard seed of a faith
that is able to cast mountains into the sea
and I shall take the final steps
to stake my claim on the promised land.