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.
AMEN
AMEN
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