OH SON OF MAN

 Oh Son of Man, Oh Lord, the one true vine,

Whose victory over death we celebrate,

Who ordinary water turned to wine,

Gladness of heart and joy to demonstrate,

Protect us all, your branches, keep us firm,

Come, fill us with your spirit and your grace,

So that we may, with rock-like faith affirm

Your teaching and your love, and hate erase.

Give us courage that we may bear your fruit;

That we your fine example might employ,

Fearless, and faultlessly to follow suit,

And eat and drink and share that fruit with joy.

True Vine, protect your branches, lest they fall;

So strengthen us, that we may hear your call. 

                                    Ros Browne.  May 6^th 2012