Spin On A Pin

When the oceans rise
It requires a reply
And your fear would suffice
If you should supply

What rocks a mountain
But the boulders of faith?
Who walks on the skin of water
But a going-on believer?
Life answers to
The man who cuts his tool

Who can wiggle a camel
Through the eye of a needle?
He who sickles a bushel
At the height of a fiddle
And takes a spin
On the head of a pin.

Akpan