Where the good seed grows spring the flowers of loving kindness, where the sure net throws come the fish to make a feast; where the vine with grapes is laden, fruiting from the Spirit's garden, all the world may dine, drink the harvest wine. Where the last is first, there's a table set for sharing, where all wounds are nursed, there's a common wealth of care: where each child is loved and given equal worth and scope for living, peace will make a home -- then will justice come. More than human grace is the stream of God's compassion, more than measured glass is the overflow of love -- wine and bread, and spirit's healing gifted to the heart that's willing, in the name of Christ all are held and blessed.