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;
and where there is
sadness, joy.
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;
and it is in dying that
we are born to eternal life.
Saint Francis
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