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 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;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love.
For it is in the giving that we receive;
it is in the pardoning that we are pardoned; and
it is in the dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
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