Beloved -
We are Your vineyard.
You expect us to yield grapes, yet wild grapes, bloodshed, and cries arise from our fertile hill.
We are Your pleasant planting - planted with choice vines.
Forgive us for yielding wild grapes. Restore our wasteland. Prune us and remove our briers and thorns, so Your justice and righteousness come forth.
Rain Your grace and mercies upon us, and sing Your love-song over us.
May we yield the grapes You prepared us to yield - for we are Your vineyard on a very fertile hill.
Amen.