How is a Water-Walker Like a Cleft-Stasher?

When he fed us loaves and fishes
Heads were filled with royal wishes
Of a king we could control to fill our stomachs
But we missed the bread among us

So you've got to cast a flood on the polder
For it's made all over

From a peak he sees us straining
In a kingdom where we're reigning
If we trade it will be springing like a fountain
So he's coming down the mountain

To make clear the fourth man from the furnace
He's now a ghost on the surface

As the wind pressed into slaughter
He came walking on the water

Not right to us when he passes by
As we float in the cleft shape of a rowboat
Speaks his holy name
Reply, "It is I."