You who through the city had to bear your cross, come again, be with us in the rush hour noise. Come and walk our pavements worn by passing years; you will find your vineyard and your fields are here. See your kingdom founded in the dust of day, living faith embedded in our human pain. Help us to remember night and day are yours; all our hectic minutes and our lonely hours. Speak into the movement of our daylight haste, voice that can't be silent, word that can't be lost. Speak in all the tensions of our working time, raising up among us peace as gift and sign.