But as soon as he felt the force of the wind, he took fright and began to sink.
Men of little faith, why did you doubt?
What between them and me is the link?
I will not let my doubts be rooted out.

If my faith was just as heavy as a feather,
I would float on a Galilee sea of calm.
But my faith is like a sinking stone and not strong like leather.
I reason, I doubt, I sink out of God’s realm.

None of us will ever walk on water.
We have not the courage or even sense to try.
We are held in doubt as by a reasoning halter.
About this we cannot lie.

But this man Peter too who sank
One day the rock became one of faith’s highest rank.