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; And it is in
dying that we are born to eternal life.
