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.
Ooo...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 to ourselves that we are born to eternal life.
Amen.
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