Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; Where there is discord, union; where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; To be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we recieve; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
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