He stood like a mountain of belief, on the seashore, between the thunderous sky and the stormy sea.
He stood like a mountain of belief, on the seashore, in the midst of the inescapable trap between the blazing fire and the roaring sea.
He stood like a mountain of belief, on the seashore, his feet were still on earth, but his heart was in the far remote sky.
He stood like a mountain of belief, on the seashore, no trace of fear or doubt could find lodging inside his unshakable heart.
He stood like a mountain of belief, on the seashore, many years of oppression and bondage, could not affect his steps, except getting crushed under his rebellious feet.
He stood like a mountain of belief, on the seashore, the dreadful trap between fire and water, could not impact his heart, except getting smashed by its fearless beats.
He stood like a mountain of belief, on the seashore, the looming of the arms of darkness, over the horizon, could not impact his boundless audacity and hope.
He stood like a mountain of belief, on the seashore, never felt the slightest despair when the unpreventable doom approached.
He stood like a mountain of belief, on the seashore, never felt intimidated by the scream and wailing of the terrified multitude.
He stood like a mountain of belief, on the seashore, yelling back at the horrified multitude, saying that, The Watchful Mercy Would Never Exclude The Trustful Reliant Believer.