Lord, make me an
instrument of Thy 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.
St Francis of Assisi
Bookmarks