Lord, make us instruments of your peace.
Where
there is hatred, let us sow love;
where
there is injury, pardon;
where
there is doubt, faith;
where
there is despair, hope;
where
there is darkness, light;
where
there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that we 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
There is nothing more I can add to that.
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