Through the Vine once fastened to a bitter tree, who turned shame and failure into victory: we are called to show forth life uncrushed by loss, to lift up our witness to that transformed cross. When our lives seem rootless, disconnected, frail, when our proud boasts wither, and our self-helps fail; let your promise, Savior, our real life define: to know we are branches of your strong, true Vine. Keeper of the Vineyard, shape our words and deeds; free our lives from strangling, artificial needs; prune us to be branches worthy of our Root; reform and renew us that we may bear fruit. Holy Wind, breathe blessing on the fruit we bear: give us courage, vision, and the grace to dare. Twine our hearts together as your gifts increase; with your love unite us in the bond of peace. Wind and Vine and Keeper, triune Mystery, origin and pattern of all ministry: you have called and claimed us, marked us as your own; through us may your mercy, truth, and love be known.