Seed scattered and sown, wheat gathered and grown
Bread broken and shared as one the living Bread of God.
Vine fruit of the land, wine works of our hands
One cup that is share by all, the living cup
The living bread of God.
It’s not the bread we break
A sharing in our Lord?
It’s not the cup we bless
The Blood of Christ out poured?
The seed which falls on rock will wither and will die.
The seed within good ground will flower and have life.
As wheat upon the hills was gathered and was grown,
so may the Church of God be gathered into one.