Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me
sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where
there is sadness, joy.
O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love;
For
it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are
pardoned;
it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life
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