Dear 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,
it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Oh Lord, hear OUR prayer!
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