Lord,
make me an instrument of Thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let us sow love;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is sadness, joy;
where there is darkness, light.
O Divine Master,
grant that we may not so much
seek to be consoled, as to console;
not so much 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 again to eternal life.
Source: Stories for the Heart
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