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.
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