Lord, make me an instruments
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 borne bos
to eternal life.