I touched his robe as he walked by, And it was torn in many places, His sandaled feet were full of dust, And his hair hung in his eyes. And then a girl ran from the crowd, She carried water in a jug, But one of the guards knocked it down, And the water ran away. And she cried "Lord, oh Lord I'm sorry", But he smiled with such a smile, That the burden upon his shoulders, No longer seemed to weigh him down. And he said child, that water feedeth, Feedeth the earth which is my father's, And though it has gone into the clay, Through my father thou feedeth me. And then the guards and all the people, Who had been silent whilst he spoke, Began to push him and provoke him, As he stumbled upon his way.